Death and Friendship in the Sordid Swamp
Washington DC is an amazing place to live.
"Paul dead?" I blurted out in the middle of dessert last night.
I was at a friend's house, someone I had gotten to know years ago as part of a fellowship program I had been pulled into by a man named Jim Denton. Jim was one of these people you can only meet in Washington. He had been in the Navy and came from a military family. In the early 1980s, he had…
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