Hartwell
October, 1990
This is about Hartwell, who is nothing like me. I have sometimes told stories about people, men and sometimes a woman, who were like me, weak or strong in some way that I am, or they shared my taste for classical music or fine coffee, but Hartwell was not like me in any way. I'm just going to tell his story, a story about a man I knew, a man not like me, just some other man.Hartwell just didn't get it. For years he existed, as the saying goes, out of it. Let's say he wasn't alert to nuance, and...
