He was this close to Lee Harvey Oswald

Sunday, 21 September 2003

“A Clean, Well-Lighted Place” is one one of my favorite stories. If you haven’t read it, you should. Besides “The Light of the World” and “The Short, Happy Life of Francis Macobmer,” it’s the best he wrote.

Please, seriously, I’m begging, read the stories and not any of their online summaries. I just read one on Britannica.com and I can’t believe anyone could be paid to be such a chronic retard. What’s really confusing is how anyone can say he loved the stories or thought they were important while so clearly misunderstanding them.

We were watching the sunset water and a couple hundred starlings flitting about in front of the water in front of the place we used to live in downtown Seattle. Beautiful evening. Nice birds, hundreds of them in rolling waves.

A robust, older gentleman struck up a conversation with us. He watched the lightening sky often. I imagine most every night. He told us when and how the birds would leave. When the last light was just about to go. Joked with the Midwestern couple nearby about the lack of boat horns back home.

Verity was curious about his hat. So he let me wear it for her. He told her many nice prognostications and about how he came to get the hat while in Australia.

He was going back to New York in the Fall to be on the Today Show because he’d been in Dallas during his news days covering the Kennedy assassination and it’s been 40 years. Once he said it, it was obvious he’d been a newsman in the day. His voice was beautiful, even, and reassuring.

It was the most delightful conversation I’ve had out and about in years till that rotten miserable son-of-a-bitch security guy came over and asked him what was in his bottle.

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