Peter M. Wolf

“as we hammered out our work, our sturdy, ancient typewriters went click, click . . . click . . . click, click, as if, independent of us, the transitory occupants of their abode, they were holding a conversation with one another. There was simultaneously camaraderie and intense competition among us heelers as we struggled to prove ourselves.”
― Peter M. Wolf, My New Orleans, Gone Away: A Memoir of Loss and Renewal