Two years ago we had to rebuild 60% of our home. We bought a lemon. A few weeks ago, because of a brand new spate of home time, I finally finished my writing room. My new office, our old bedroom. Big and ready for all my books. I unpacked Charles Bukowski’s Factotum and read it which put me in mind of David Goodis’ The Blonde on the Street Corner which I hadn’t read since I was much younger than I will be Thursday. I started rereading. It takes place during The Great Depression and everyone has rips in their clothes and holes in their shoes and money is tight and the future’s uncertain unless you are certain you don’t have a future and