This was nice: the cover story to this week’s Publisher’s Weekly was an article called Music as Memoir. Freddie & Me got a nice little shout-out, as an example of comics getting into the game.

I finally discovered selling stuff on Craigslist, so yesterday posted my mountain bike for sale. I was very sad to let it go, but in our ongoing effort to clear out the apartment to make room for all the eventual baby crap, it was time.

I bought this bike in 1999, to use when I was living on the outskirts of Princeton, NJ. The train was a few miles from my house, so I used to ride into town, rather than driving and futilely attempting to park at the station. Biking to the train (then actually having to switch trains – it used to take over two hours for me to get to work in those days) got pretty tedious after a while, but I was probably the fittest that I’ve ever been in my life.



Since moving to New York in 2000, I probably used the bike maybe three times, maybe – so I’ll admit that it wasn’t doing much except for taking up various rooms in our succession of different apartments. Oh, and also it was good for making marks on the wall with the tires, whenever you tried to move it out of the way to get at something behind it.

I was glad that the person who showed up to look at the bike turned out to be an awkward looking teenager and his buddy. The friend seemed to genuinely think that the bike was awesome, and that it would be so cool for riding around Crown Heights on. They both seemed really psyched to get it, and I got $75.

I really liked that bike – so I am glad that the new owner seemed so happy about buying it.

The next thing for me to try to unload is my set of cumbersome flat files. They are a really great thing to have, but are the most awkward pieces of furniture ever. They take up a lot of floor space, but only come as high as your knees. You could put things on top of them, but that looks like garbage. Really, the only solution is to buy more flat files, so you could stack them to an acceptable height, but I don’t think I’m going to do that.