My first day of grad school, I walked. It was an afternoon seminar with Deborah Eisenberg, one of my favorite ever writers and I was certain that if I relied on any source of transport, subway, bus, bike, car, something would go wrong. It was ten-ish miles over the Brooklyn Bridge and straight up Broadway from our place in Brooklyn to Columbia. I tend t…
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