I had a strange encounter with U.S. District Judge Henry Hudson that I must relate here. I was driving down the I-95, trying to get as far away from home as possible. I use the word "home" as if the place even existed anymore. It didn't. What I had called a home was nothing more than an idea in my head of something that used to exist. Or maybe it never really existed at all. Maybe the entire time I thought I had a home it was little more than a delusion. I should be clearer here. I had a place to live. And I had a... read full review »

The phone rang in the middle of the night, and I let it keep on ringing for ten minutes at least. I don't have an answering machine or any kind of service like that, so I could have let the thing keep on going until Judgment Day if the caller on the other end was so inclined. Yet after keeping him or her waiting for so long, I came to admire their persistence. I wanted to sleep. It had been so long since I had slept through the night without a break. But I could tell that forces more powerful than I could comprehend were conspiring to get... read full review »