Spent the weekend in Atlantic City. Wrote some, didn't gamble. Easter Sunday in Greek diner with rabbit:
I took a bus there and back, and I read White Jazz, completing the L.A. Quartet. I slept in a bad-smelling Ramada Inn. I had Italian food. I wrote an outline for a short story in a pocket notebook--I'm going to write a crime story, one that's all 'plot,' just for fun.