My cat Punky was a long-haired red tabby, adopted soon after my arrival in Dallas to take up my first full-time teaching job at the University of Texas in the 1980s. My interview for the job had included a meal in a restaurant that rotated 360 degrees. This exercise in excess mechanization provided a view of a completely homogenous landscape, flat to the horizon in all directions. During our meal we ground inevitably along the silent arc, our table tracking the circumference of the restaurant tower as the dining platform ticked past the windows each in turn. A useless display of luxury in a half-vacant land.
Johanna, I love your writing. What a career you and Punky have had, coast to coast, in between and across the waters! And yet you are all there. Happy that I found you while browsing 000.3. Extraordinary. - Martin
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Johanna, I love your writing. What a career you and Punky have had, coast to coast, in between and across the waters! And yet you are all there. Happy that I found you while browsing 000.3. Extraordinary. - Martin