Dear Professor Feingold: I hope this letter finds you well and that you are enjoying your retirement.  You aren’t going to remember me, but I was in one of your English literature classes in 1998.  Yes, I know that was a long time ago, and I was an unimpressive student at the time.  As I [...]

I was born in Pennsylvania, a place where potato chips are a food group of their own.  We could count on just about any store worth its salt carrying chips; some where thick-cut, some were darkly fried, some were fried in pork fat, others in cottonseed oil.  I had my favorites, but I ate them [...]