Call: Stephen Jenkinson My gig has been a solo one most of the time. It suited me. Still does. In the early going it was all I could do to conjure some event that people might find compelling enough to attend, and then get there myself, and then do it. And do it again. For years. And...

That’s how you belong—not by finally arriving, but by having longing for arrival quickened, by being willing to long after life by living. - t seems to me that as you get older, you might bear down upon your life and give it the quiet consideration it deserves. Do so, and you could catch...

They used to call them ‘records’. I still call them records. People concerned with my cultural literacy gently recommend that I should use the word ‘cd’. It isn’t a word. I can tell that it isn’t a word, and so can you. It’s like ‘esso’, or ‘sunoco’: They told you it was a word...

One of the things that seemed to concern my mother during her parenting years was the danger of rearing children who turned out 'bold'. That was the darkening term, as I recall. 'Don't be bold': she didn't say it more than a few times, but the caveat was thoroughly practiced, and I recall it...

Still, mostly. That's where I sit tonight. Perhaps you are still, too. It's already begun. There'll be torrents, and the building up of memory, and the betrayal of endings. But not from here. It's still, mostly, where I am. I made some pretty stout vows about this day, some rash and utterly faithful declarations. I questioned the merit of...