Soon I will be leaving my beloved West Coast and taking this show to New York. A friend of mine in San Francisco, taking a page from Bob Dylan's history, calls my travels The Rolling Blunder Review. I like that.
This book I'm touring with has taken me 26 years (it's the second half of a project that originally took 20 years). Much of my adult life has been spent wrestling with this material and now it's done.
I feel like I'm graduating from the longest high school experience in history. I guess that makes this book tour my commencement ceremony. Heck, with the multitudes of old high school chums and former girlfriends I have seen so far, all that seems lacking is a rented gown and mortarboard.
These 26 years have taken me from a humorous, yet angry young man consumed by class rage to suburban dad and burgeoning elder who tries to comfort angry young writers consumed by class rage.
I know how lucky I am to go out and talk about my ...