THE YEAR WAS 1948
Paul Goodman drove
us from Manumit
in Langhorne, Pa.
to Philadelphia.
It was my first time
in a Buick going 90
miles an hour.
We were heading
to the Democratic
Convention to see
Adlai Stephenson.
All I kept thinking
about was how
happy we were
lost in a dream
the night before
when Zoe showed
me what we both
wanted to do.
I was prepared
with a thing in
my wallet, so I
figured she knew
what we were doing.