I read around twelve-thirty on Tuesday October 4th in a small park under the startlingly well-kempt monument to the Confederate Women of Maryland. Much of Baltimore is crumbling. Pedestals throughout the city are missing their busts. But this landmark has been polished. I read to two of my friends, writers Jane Delury and John Stinson, showed up to humor me and enjoy my brief reading from Shoot the Buffalo. The traffic was some distance away. It didn’t rain. The police remained unconcerned about the potential of unlicensed economic or possible cultural activity.