I have a long and rather bizarre relationship with Thomas Wolfe and his novels. I was once on the Thomas Wolfe circuit, if you will. It all started back in grad school, and it ended in Portland, Maine, where I spent a brief 12 hours delivering the last of my Wolfe papers. It was a love-hate relationship from the beginning, and I hung up the trade after this conference. However you feel about the man, you have to love that his shoes are cast in bronze on Woodfin Street in Asheville.
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