The Bird Hours

"They were out in full force, practically screaming almost. The day was theirs now."

To populate our Substack page, we’re re-running some old TSB essays on Fridays to get newer readers up to speed on what we do here. This one is about those terrible rides home in the early early morning when the birds wouldn’t stop chirping—a cold reminder that my life was not what it should be.

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