It’s the birthday of John Steinbeck today, in 1902. While I still haven’t forgiven him for the trauma of picking up The Red Pony as a ten-year-old, thinking it was a horse book like Horse Crazy or The Secret Horse, he’s all right by me, if only because of Cannery Row. I recommend you start there–not with The Red Pony.
Yes, live from Cannery Row itself!
Did you take that picture?