Today Dewey looked at me over a mug of cold beer and said, "We may never achieve greatness. But we can always be greater. And that's the power we hold."
I looked back at him. "Are you coming on to me?"
He smiled, and downed the rest of his drink. The rest of the evening is vague.
Friday, October 03, 1997
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