You know, one of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.
August 22, 1935: Happy birthday, Annie Proulx! The Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist started out writing pieces about hunting and fishing—two of her favorite pasttimes—for magazines that asked her to use her initials. The publications worried that men wouldn’t read outdoor stories written by a woman. She has taken back her name and turns 78 today.