Keeping an Appointment with a Dead Man
My wife and I drove C/D?s long-term Kia Sorento to Livingston, Montana, to share drinks with novelist/gourmand/raconteur Jim Harrison. Jim lives south of town in the aptly named Paradise Valley. I first met him through meals shared with David E. Davis Jr., where Jim would occasionally burst into Tourette-quality profanity during the dinner prayer and where his evening attire comprised a terry-cloth bathrobe, skin underneath. READ MORE ??
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