6 August 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Exploring College Street in the morning, I happened upon the weekly farmer's market, which is held on the basement level of a public parking garage.  I bought a cup of coffee from a woman near the front, and some sugar-free raspberry jam that her husband had made.

Wandered over to George's, where I ended up sitting at a small round wooden table with David Soll, who promptly started ordering us boilermakers and telling me his life story.   He was the son of a connected prizefighter, and he told me stories about being a young, penniless professor in the 70's fucking hundreds of beautiful Iowan women.