Baker: To be or not to be
- Kathy Baker.
A number of years ago, I found myself sitting in a huge, old ship captain’s house, built in 1876, along Lake Erie. I settled myself in the parlor, a square, high-ceilinged room. Rocking gently in a big white rocking chair, facing a large, lovely watercolor of rowboats lined up at a dock, I blissfully sipped my coffee.