There's a homeless man who sits outside my local library and delights in asking people what they're reading. One night I was walking past him when he blurted, "What's on the list this week?" I stopped and turned to look at him. "Nineteen Eighty-Four," I responded. "Oooh, Big Brother, that's a good one," he said with a smirk. "Have you read it?" I asked. "I don't need to," he replied, "I wrote it."
November 18, 2020