“Keep it light, that’s my advice.”

“Yeah, but what exactly do you mean by light?”

“Like light. As in not heavy.”

“Uh Huh.”

A long pause here ensued.

The young man examined the scenery: the street, the cars rushing by on the boulevard. The old man sat quietly and sipped his cappuccino.

“Is that it? Is that all you have to say?”

“I guess.”

“Just keep it light?”



Always merry and bright!

Thus begins Henry Miller’s short story The Tailor Shop. It was his father’s shop in mid-Manhattan where young Miller worked for a while “Always merry and bright” was his father’s motto. Miller’s disdain for “always merry and bright” burns the pages.

The story is in Black Spring. As a young man I was captured by Miller’s prose, his power. He is still great to read.  If you haven’t checked out Henry Miller and his wild accounts of early 20th century NYC, Well…

Meanwhile here’s this song called Westside Drive