Yesterday I took a late morning drive to my favorite used book store
— it’s just a half hour from the Spill’s
headquarters, tucked away down a rural lane. On my way I realized it might not even be open — it being a holiday. Even if it’s not open
— I thought to myself — it’s a great drive
. I pass by at least three old cemeteries along the way. I’ve stopped and walked through each on a hunt for — if you can believe it — Harold Ross’s mother’s grave (Thomas Kunkel, in his must-read Ross biography, Genius In Disguise
, described Ross at his mother’s grave in Hillsdale NY — I still haven’t found the gravestone). A few years ago I brought six of my colleagues up to the book barn
. A truly memorable visit.