once wrote a weird little weblog about walking around New York City.*
One of its posts touched on the work of Ms. E.L. Konigsburg, whom we pray will rest in peace.
(She died on Saturday, three days before William Shakespeare’s 449th birthday.)
Of all the people who have ever written books, I think I can say that E.L. Konigsburg wrote the one I have enjoyed the most in my little life.
* I commend the short-lived blog to you to read in its entirety, if you are bored, or otherwise at a loose end. (Start at the bottom of the page, click ‘Beginning,’ then keep clicking ‘Newer.’)