Taylor Stein Max Eichelberger I write this story for my friend Taylor Stein. I don’t need to tell you how strange memory is or that I can’t remember when I first met him. I have no idea where those words went but then neither do you. In my earliest memory, he’s sitting in the lobby of the Georgia Terrace Hotel holding a magazine. His face is staring slightly up and to the right as if hooked. There is a small […] Continue Reading
