Mean Grey Old Morning

“Immolation Of Someone Else’S Diary Was Not How I Had Planned To Start My Day – It Was A Mean Grey Old Morning But I Didn’T Know Then That Was What To Call It …” From Surveillance Of A Yellow Convertible In South Carolina To Conversation With A Streetwalker On Sunset Boulevard To A Visit To Hemingway’S Grave In Idaho The Writer Builds A Mural Of Life In The Last Half Of The Twentieth Century.