MY OFFICE

The Art Office was at the most remote corner of the Art Complex, which was the farthest outpost of the eucalyptus-shaded campus. It was a long, narrow, but cozy room, with wooden walls, an Oriental carpet runner covering the floor, and a window seat below a lengthy bank of windows opening on the small college putting green. In the center was a wooden table for faculty meetings and on the two far ends, my desk and the chairman’s respectively. As I’ve said, it was a quiet place that had few visitors, so I decided that on Tuesdays and Thursdays to come in at 10:00 instead of 9:00 to give myself more time to write, since mornings were when I was at my most creative, a decision I would eventually regret.