Notwithstanding today's market rise, I liked this piece from Kotte.org on E. B White, probably my favorite writer since I'm still just a little kid inside, despite the lines that betray that. It shows his true love and knowledge of the city and the reason I miss him and my native town. I know its morbid or such but I still have his obit from the NYimes in my desk and read it from time to time. Here Is New York, by E. B. White
3 months ago
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