Westport, MA :: July 11th, 2002 ::
Here we are. Jessamyn and I spent a day with her sister in Somerville, then an evening with Jordan and Louisa in Providence. For the past twenty-four hours or so, we’ve been staying with her dad. So far the weather has been tepid, the furniture has been comfortable, and the conversation has been intelligent and pleasant. I don’t think I could ask much more of a few days of recreational travel. But underlying all of my enjoyment of the past few days is my fear that I might become distanced from my Rust Belt roots. You see, I continue to believe that one of the reasons I am so charming and funny is because of the morally upright, yet always sarcastic, Midwestern stance I take toward the world. My real fear (which extends beyond this single tour down the Eastern seaboard) is that I’ll become another dull East Coast intellectual whose greatest worry is whether or not he’s Postmodern enough.
Would someone please mail me some cheese so I’ll stop fretting?
