A few years after that, Dave came to Northfield to visit our son's elementary school and give a speech. Something about perseverance, probably. I think Dave drove that day.
Here's a somewhat related Poem by Richard Brautigan. It's part 6 of a longer work called "Good Luck, Captain Martin"
Carol the Waitress Remembers Still
Yes, that's the table where Captain Martin
sat. Yes, that one. By the window.
He would sit there alone for hours at
a time, staring out at the sea. He always
had one plain doughnut and a cup of coffee.
I don't know what he was looking at.
Yes, that's the table where Captain Martin
sat. Yes, that one. By the window.
He would sit there alone for hours at
a time, staring out at the sea. He always
had one plain doughnut and a cup of coffee.
I don't know what he was looking at.
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