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July 01, 2014

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Dear Secretary of the Interior, What memories you trigger, and what a sharp memory you've got. I don't remember the boxers or other bits of remembered dialogue, but I was certainly the overeager young fellow you describe, full of himself, having the time of his life and undoubtedly oblivious to the effect he was having on others. One correction: it was John Fuller who proposed that we give a joint poetry reading. He had heard I was a poet, and I was not taking his class. He is, by the way, an outstanding poet, sadly underrated because his verse is not fashionable.(That summer, for whatever reason, I was taking Renaissance and 17th Century with Alastair Fowler and Modern British Drama with Graham Hough.)I still remember that I wore a double-breasted navy blue suit and that we partied afterward with glee. And I have vivid memories of our expedition to Bournemouth, thumbing our way, sleeping on the beach, trading baseball statistics and quips. It may have been the best summer of my life, and you were a big part of it, my friend.

Wonderful piece. Thank you for it.

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on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
                   

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