So, next time you're in the area, swing by Bill Ectric's place. Have cup of coffee or a cocktail. Read
a book, buy a book, talk about books, and maybe even get booked, if the thought police get
shook.
Hang out with authors and artists, reporters and radicals, columnists and characters, poets and
punks, musicians and more . . .
Bill and Sonya live upstairs. At closing time, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!
a book, buy a book, talk about books, and maybe even get booked, if the thought police get
shook.
Hang out with authors and artists, reporters and radicals, columnists and characters, poets and
punks, musicians and more . . .
Bill and Sonya live upstairs. At closing time, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!
"I think I'll go back to college," said Bill one day, sitting at his typewriter. "and finally get that
Masters Degree in English."
Masters Degree in English."
"What does a Masters in English entail?" asked Sonya, laid back in the recliner, watching TV with
Bandit the Cat.
Bandit the Cat.
"Hmm," said Bill. "The catalog says it involves the analysis of literary conventions and traditions
and developments in contemporary lit theory. You read lots of fiction and non-fiction, listen to
professors, take notes, and finally, try to synthesize it all into some original writing of your own."
and developments in contemporary lit theory. You read lots of fiction and non-fiction, listen to
professors, take notes, and finally, try to synthesize it all into some original writing of your own."
"Well, while you're deciding if you want to go back to college, why don't you do all that stuff now
and blog about it?"
and blog about it?"
"Maybe I will," said Bill. "Maybe I will."