The new year rolls out before us like a carpet returned to its original place on the living room floor the morning after a dance party, the kind of blow-out we used to go to when we were young and omnivorous. The parquet has been swept, the glasses gathered up, the ashtrays emptied. It’s easy to take a dim view of January. We got out of Minnesota before…
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