There’s a Cellist in My Carburetor
Yo-Yo Ma rode with us to Wisconsin last week, somehow hooked onto the undercarriage of the Chevy Tahoe we drove to a mini-vacation occasioned by our anniversary (which, since it shares a date with Ransom’s birthday, will probably never again be celebrated). Yes, we have a Chevy Tahoe, no, we didn’t expect to have one, but that’s a long story,… Read more →
