“We love missing words,” the puzzle master said, from the other night, so maybe that’s why Henry Miller is a miller after my own heart. I mean wasn’t it Miller who wrote something about writers not really wanting to write at all. Paraphrasing perhaps, so please don’t quote me on that. Not that you would, my only point being that in this town, I’ve heard it said somewhere, you’re innocent until investigated, or is that the other town? So hard to tell sometimes, one from the other. And then there’s that little subdivision in between. But now back to this business about not writing. You’d have to think that Miller was taking us for a major ride by writing such nonsense, being as he put pen to paper as well as anyone. Makes me wonder which town he was in when he wrote that.