Drove to Boston yesterday, Hilly and I, for the funeral of particularly wonderful friend. A woman named Polly to whom we’d been pretty close for twenty years. She was 89 so it was alright, in a way. Though, as...
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Sad Old Days
It’s been a little tough around here lately… a bunch of pals, including one extremely close one, have died and I am a little blue. We went out to the writer, Peter Mathiessen’s, house in Sagaponack for a small...