By Tom Friend

Monday, October 6, 2008

He'll be on a Greyhound somewhere,and total strangers will be spilling their guts to him, their life stories. But he never spills his. He'll eventually be asked why he's traveling by himself, at his age, without even a cell phone, and he'll say,"I'm a cornflakes salesman." It's good for a laugh, and that will be that, and he'll be alone again with his thoughts, alone on his way to the next game. What would he tell these people, anyway? That he's hanging on by a thread? That he wrote the inscript ...

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