Two Beers For Richard Brautigan
Mike Essig

Love this! I rode the ferry from Sausalito to San Francisco one fall day. Brautigan and I were the only people on the outside upper deck. He stared at me and I stared at him. I didn’t have the courage to walk over and tell him how much I admired his work. I kept my distance and stared at him. He smiled, I smiled and it continued until the ferry docked. I have thought about this many times since and wished that I had walked over and said hello.

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