I wasn't sure about that, but one never knows. Sometimes a neighborhood, like a culture or civilization, is strong enough to absorb and acculturate any number of newcomers. But I don't know if that's true around here any longer. The outward forms and appearances look the same - [...]- but the substance has been altered.
We entered the house, and there was that pregnant silence in the air, the silence between a husband and wife who have just had words, and it is unlike any other silence except perhaps the awful stillness you hear between the flash of an atomic bomb and the blast.
I continued, The painting shows this fish with a big eye and a halo, floating in air, and underneath the fish are all these Native Americans having sex. What? What does that have to do with Custer's Last Stand? Well, the painting is titled, Holy Mackerel, Look at All Those Fucking Indians.
There is a vitality here of people, pursuing their own lives, unburdened by government interference. The price of nearly absolute freedom is borderline anarchy. A little law and order wouldn't hurt. Whose law? Whose order? Fascists and Communists have in common the desire to get everyone into lockstep. I don't want to get into lockstep.
The window on the right featured contemporary bestselling authors like Brad Meltzer, James Patterson, David Baldacci, Nelson DeMille, and others who make more money writing about what I do than I make doing what I do.