I stopped by Walt’s place at Harleigh Cemetery today, and woke him up. He was a bit grumpy about it at first, given the rainy weather, but his mood lightened when I offered him a beer. We then walked over to the resting place of his amanuensis and biographer, Horace Traubel, to see how he was doing. He’s at Harleigh too, but it had been a while. After the initial awkwardness, it was like old times again.
