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2025 reading is off to a slow start, but a start nonetheless. Quite enjoying this one.
This one is hitting that quit your job and hide out in a beat up cabin with nothing but a typewriter, a bottle of booze, and a portable record player nerve. You know the nerve I’m talking about.
Any trip I have to take to my hometown is filled with dread, but I actually had a really great time last weekend. Honest. Hanging out with my family was a ball. I also hadn’t been near #Wynwood since, I don’t know, 1989? 90? …and I gotta tell ya: it was rad.
https://open.substack.com/pub/henrybe/p/006-unexpect-the-expected
I’m writing this on a flight back to L.A.—which is great because I want to get home, but sucks because I was forced to experience an airport. Actually, if I’m being honest, even that wasn’t so bad. We flew in and out of Miami International, which doubles as an airport and a hell mouth; it was a breeze in both directions. I still don’t fully understand this, but this confusion perfectly bookended the trip. The experience of visiting my ancestral home was a net-positive—not a mathematical impossibility, but a phenomenon as rare as the Transit of Venus. Even the weather cooperated. There were a few rainstorms. They were fairly brief and quite soothing.