“No problem. We’ll chat again soon.” And off I go, with Mr. Gray, down Mason Street, continuing our walk…walk…walk…walk.
How quickly our conversation ended. But how interesting it was. Short and such a wild kick. A burst of energy between us. Full-fledged chatter about struggle and the will to overcome. Both were topics in his dull book Lakeside Body. Used material. Issues that he has already covered before.
As I walk…walk…walk…walk, I wonder if he was humoring me during our brief talk. Was he playing me, I wonder. Did Putnam simply bring up familiar topics to discuss just to keep me in his presence until we were interrupted by his ringing cell phone? I think so, beginning to comprehend his gig, play…whatever. No matter what his performance or show detailed, I think him attractive, excit
