Charles Bowden | The Red Caddy | University of Texas Press | April 2018 | 19 minutes (5,099 words)
I don’t bring a lot to the table. I knew him, we were friends and we had a lot of good talk. But there were no big moments, dramatic events, or secret missions. There is no cache of letters. I’d pretty much pitch those as they came in. I was trained up as a historian but apparently the training never took. I am by nature a person who takes things as they come and that is how I took him. The only thing special about him to me was our friendship, since I don’t make friends with everyone I meet.
Now I run into people who are struck that I knew him and I always tell them it was not a very hard thing to do. He was reasonably polite, didn’t shit…
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