I was in Boston last night having dinner with longtime NRODT contributor David Brudnoy. David, who has survived nine years with AIDS, is now receiving radiation and chemotherapy for a rare form of cancer. (The prognosis seems hopeful.) David bears it with his accustomed gallantry. How nice it would be not to need gallantry, says the Sancho Panza in us all, but life does not allow it.
Speaking of the need for gallantry…I heard, in the early morning hours, roisterers outside my window. The men were shouting F***! F***! F***! I couldn’t tell whether the F’s were triumphal or angry. It seems to have been the latter.