We went to the Beaux Arts festival at the University of Miami on Saturday and, as usual at South Florida art fairs, I found the artists more interesting than the art. One older gentleman was from Blue Hill, Maine.
“Roger Angell was from there,” I said.
“He was from Brooklin,” the man said, naming a nearby town. They had been friends. “What a dynamic man,” he continued. “Well into his 90s. He couldn’t see a thing, but he told wonderful stories. I miss him.”
