Thursday, February 11th, 2010
As we count down to Valentine’s Day, it’s hard not to be nostalgic for last year. Instead of one date, I had almost 300, all readers and writers and storytellers packed into my favorite place. Frank showed postcards; Davey read found love letters; Jason showed off mixtapes; David and Neil mortified us all. But nothing came close to hearing musical superstar Michael Hearst sing my favorite six-word memoirs, each to its own original tune. You’re welcome:
And if you still need something for your sweetie, I have a humble suggestion. It’s not fattening, expensive, or morally questionable, and it won’t die in three days.