half a life.

my i-tunes seems almost as fond as the song “church on white” by stephen malkmus as I am, it often selects it randomly and takes me back to the 1990s, when I used to occasionally be a guest at rob bingham’s book-filled home, which he generously shared with many. bingham died before he and I ever discovered we each had a parent who worked together at the minneapolis tribune in the 1950s. since my mom, brother and I have all known various members of the famous and rather cursed bingham family of louisville, we got to talking about them last month and even found various tomes on the legendary publishing family. anyway, if only I had published a novel in recent times, I would be eligible for the robert bingham fellowship for writers. maybe someone you know is — here’s the link to help them apply.