Delta Nights

The first New Yorker article I ever read was on Ios, the summer after I'd graduated from college. I was aware of the New Yorker, first from the Prince of Tides, my favorite book from middle school until I was 25, when the Wingo sister in the South Carolina story gets a New Yorker subscribtion from her grandparents, but more recently from the city kids at college who read it in between classes and talked about it at lunch tables where I didn't sit.

It was a bit like sushi, something I'd heard about and even seen, but seemingly too urbane until I came across an issue that another visitor had left in the house at Klima. I forget what else was in there, and I'm guessing I liked the Comments section as little then as I do now, but I clearly remember the profile of Lucinda Williams.

I printed it out and sent it to my sister almost five years ago, along with two tickets to a show at Town Hall, when she lived in New York, and I made Baleen read it when she surprised me with two tickets to a local Lucinda Willams concert for my birthday three months into our relationship. It's been a heck of a relationship so far, Baleen and me of course, but also the New Yorker, especially for something that started on Ios. This time, I'm just hoping for a few good photographs.