Davis called, told me he was dying. He said his case was – here was essence of Davis — time sensitive. “Come visit,” he said. “Bid farewell to the ragged rider.” “You?” I said. “The cigarette hater? That’s just wrongness.” “Nonetheless, brother, come.” “Who was...
Lost in nature, far from the frantic cultural life of big cities, Civitella – dare one write it – appeared to me like a gift from (the) God(s); the escape of a date with calm and silence, only slightly ruffled by the beneficial laughs or friendly words of the other...
