The main thing I thought about was that the airport was like a cathedral of anxiety. When you land, you're so happy to be alive. And then you go into high anxiety over whether or not your luggage is in the room. You're always in that kind of state.
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But there was a kind of corrosive anxiety, I think, about not having more. And you know, in some ways this is a very specific story about one boy who was a fabulist and who died too young. In other ways, I feel as though there are elements of this story that many of us would recognize.
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I would ride my moped on the turning lane of this highway 12 months a year to go to my family-owned catering hall where these lavish affairs would happen. So I saw human nature, people at their most nervous, brides, grooms, mother of the bride, father of the groom, like you saw people at their most intense.
Jeff Ross — Fresh Air
I would watch the bands from a window in the kitchen. You know, I would like peek out as a 13-, 14-, 15-year-old working weekends and summers making fruit cup and salads, and, you know, I played high school football, but I had red fingernails from the cherries that I put on the fruit cups.
Jeff Ross — Fresh Air