I'd done occasional short stories, but I don't like publishing them in literary magazines; they treat you too much like college boys.
I have an increasingly strong feeling that all of us, myself included, too many times make too many statements and don't ask enough questions.
I would like to know what politicians eat on the campaign trail, what Picasso ate in his pink period, what Walt Whitman ate while writing the verse that defined America, what mid-westerners bring to potlucks, what is served at company banquets, what is in a Sunday dinner these days, and what workers bring for lunch.
