Frank McCourt died this weekend. And I am truly sad.
I promise to keep him alive in the stories I tell people..his stories, about his mother, about the postal job, about the docks, about the black kids and Hamlet, about the excuse writing notes, about Limerick and Stuyvesant , and I will read aloud his little paragraph about a writer's mindset to anyone who cares to listen. It begins with "Listen, are you listening?.."
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