Dr. Theresa and I just left an awesome party thrown by
Wright Thompson and
Sonia Weinberg Thompson at
William Faulkner's house and as we crunched home up
William Faulkner's pebbled drive under the dark rows of judging cedars the great song "Brick House" by
the Commodores (which we also happened to listen to on
our spontaneous trip to
the lonesome grave of Meriwether Lewis) was emanating from William Faulkner's house with joyful abandon so that was unusual.