The next guy to pick me up was a painter than was driving one of these. He was a prof of art over in Ohio and had made a chunk of money by selling some work to a corporation or some such. He was driving around looking at farm property. He had a vision of spending his summers out in some rural wooded area, communing and doing his thing. We had a long conversation about how wonderful Ken Kesey was (I had just finished "Sometimes A Great Notion") and he let me out at a major intersection going south. Have we all forgotten how wonderful this book was?
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