I waited around for more David Gates fiction, and I’m still waiting, but I recently grabbed Labor Days off the shelf and realized I hadn’t given it a good read. Then I saw there was a Cheever story in the book, I had to remind myself of those days when I told stories in bars, that I didn’t or wouldn’t read Cheever. Now, I’m a changed man, and Cheever is loose in my life, like a uncle I never knew I had who only shows up for Thanksgiving dinner at my house. Maybe it’s living in the suburbs that made me who I am now, evolved with out trying, but the question remains, is it for the better? Work, suburbs, life, living, happiness?