I don’t know whether there’s any metaphysics in it or not, but one wonders how he gets into messes like the following.. One Bill Kay and I were in Portland, Oregon, in 1936, stationed in a tourist camp in the north end of the city. We were living in a two-wheeled trailer, hitched to the rear of Bill’s Ford sedan. Of a summer night, at one in the morning…
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