This is Walter Davie. Jill’s dad. 90 years old and smarter and sharper that most of us a fraction of his age. We talked all day and on the way home I told him about some of my literary heroes. I told him about Paul Bowles and his translations of illiterate North African storytellers. He was enamored. Then I gave him a book of such and this is him since. Books do that. Walt is in his zone. And he’s been well fed today.