A bit of possibly intercepted email has come our way. No idea, but it reads like a snippet of lost F Scott.
I can’t believe you saw the Wolfe-meister! Leigh Anne and I were in NYC on Saturday, on our way back from her brother’s civil ceremony in London. We were doing the art galleries in Chelsea, when I hear Leigh Anne gasp. I looked across the room and there was Sofia Coppola, her baby, the father and her mother, Eleanor. We only needed Francis Ford for a Coppola director’s hat trick.
Re: “The Pointer.” Adams got that nickname at one of our afterhours Elk’s Pool beerfests, when after diving in the pool in his skivvies, he climbed out, climbed up on the high board to dive and Katina noticed and called out “He’s pointing!”