Visit of David Cole
Wednesday, February 3
Lunch
David Cole visited me in
had a business meeting and they stayed at a posh hotel
in Buckhead. He picked me up in the rental car and we went
to a Chinese restaurant. It was full of middle-managers
in short-sleeve shirts and neckties. They talked like salesmen.
He and I laughed throughout the meal. Saturday night seersucker
cranberry accoutrements ensemble. Was that Tom Waits or Randy Newman.
Or Tom Wolfe, A Man in Full. I ate like a horse and had pie à la mode for dessert.
He was watching what he ate. He said, “I must tell you, Jack, you are a hard person
to be friends with.” I wrote shit like, “Guns for the Arabs, guns for the Jews.”
“I know,” I said. I talked about the movie Crumb, where Crumb says he has to
write it. Or Aline, his wife, tells him he has to. “If it’s there, you have to say it.”
The feminist critics could not see that. They believed in political correctness.
He was a sweet man and I’m glad we got to eat a meal together.
He took me back to work and dropped me off and I went into
the factory, APRF. A-perf.
The Paumonock Traveller.
