I have lunch with Rev Chuck yesterday. What a guy. He’s older than the sun and he’s had at least as many wives as I have, and he’s not reluctant to talk about all of them. We discussed everything from jet fighters to Greenblatt’s new book on a Latin poem. And he never once asked about my health or really anything intrusive – the most normal social interaction for me in a long time. Bless you Rev Chuck.
The Salt Marsh in Early Autumn
