#248, New Haven, CT
Labor Day weekend is upon us, that harbinger of fall, giver of picnics, and definitive nail in the coffin of summer. The annual emptying-out of New York City has already begun, as urbanites with more money and plan-making ability than I escape the daily grind and flock to greener pastures for the last weekend of summer. Since I plan to spend the weekend here in the city hunkering down to get some serious work done on my novel, I can think of no better figure to evoke than this book-reading contortionist. Not only is he smart (he's a Yale man), doubtless we'll be suffering some of the same eyestrain, mental exertion, physical aches and pains, and moments of occasional beauty as we devote ourselves to our senseless labors of love. I think I'm in good company. Wish us luck, and have a good weekend yourself.