notes & asides
Dear Bill: Just read your piece on Westbrook Pegler in The New Yorker. Lovely. I got to know Peg by correspondence in the 1950s, and spent a weekend at his home in Arizona somewhere along the line. We sat out by the swimming pool, sipping on cool libations, and talking mainly of politics and baseball. Maude listened as patiently as an old cat with lively kittens. Now, now, boys! Now and then he would cast off robe and towel and stride majestically into the briny deep. Thus Poseidon explored the waves. I have seen cows wallow. Impressive.




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