Sunday, March 28, 2004
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OKAY, I'LL WRITE A NOVEL
Last night there was a gentleman at the bar alone, drinking Courvoisier. I spoke to him a time or two and was having trouble reading whether he wanted conversation or not. He responded when I spoke to him, but made no effort to keep the conversation going, so I guessed at first that he preferred to be alone. But he kept watching me, so I finally started plying him with questions until he started talking.
He is a retired history professor and he’s working on a novel. (Am I the only person around who isn’t writing a novel?) He was interesting and I hope he comes in again while he’s in town.
Last night there was a gentleman at the bar alone, drinking Courvoisier. I spoke to him a time or two and was having trouble reading whether he wanted conversation or not. He responded when I spoke to him, but made no effort to keep the conversation going, so I guessed at first that he preferred to be alone. But he kept watching me, so I finally started plying him with questions until he started talking.
He is a retired history professor and he’s working on a novel. (Am I the only person around who isn’t writing a novel?) He was interesting and I hope he comes in again while he’s in town.
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