Bat’s Squeak
I knew now that I had a susceptibility. I might never act on it, but I had it. What I did not have, it soon emerged, was a job.
I knew now that I had a susceptibility. I might never act on it, but I had it. What I did not have, it soon emerged, was a job.
In my mind’s eye, I’m walking that two-block long stretch of 31st Street in blistering, shimmering, soul-annihilating heat. And instantly, the song that comes to my mind is Santana’s Eternal Caravan of Reincarnation. Never have I heard a number that so vividly conveys sheer atmospheric heat.