A few words from me and my newsletter
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Six months ago, I moved to rural Louisiana, following my heart to be with my girlfriend, Gaywynn. I’d been living in New Orleans for eleven years. Before that, I lived in New York City for thirty-five years. That’s a total of forty-six years of urban living. Fifty, if you count the two years I lived in Detroit, the year in Chicago and the year in Boston. And now here I am living on a sparsely-occupied road on three acres of land in a small—believe me—house that Gaywynn’s Cajun grandparents built near the boudin capital of the world, Scott, Louisiana. Do you know what boudin is? I mean Cajun boudin. I didn’t.
I’m writing about that conversion, about my new life and about love at an age when most people are checking out denture ads and I’ve-fallen-and-I-can’t-get-up alarms. It’s all an amazing surprise, and I’m grateful. I write about other things as well, often, hopefully, with humor. Here’s one of my favorite pieces about going to a personal trainer.
I’m writing now to ask your support. I mean monetary. Normally, people on Substack offer something special for those with paid subscriptions, but I haven’t figured that out yet. I’m just asking those of you who feel they can afford it, to sign up for a $5-a-month plan or for $50 a year. I won’t object if you want to contribute more. Honestly.
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