Last week I had a good night. My friend L. drove down from Birmingham to spend an evening with me before I leave on Monday to move to Hungary. We rented rooms at the St. Francisville Inn, a terrific, elegant old hotel in my hometown. We sat on the front porch and drank cocktails till dinner time, then ate in the hote…
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