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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 20:26:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi
My husband and I read Richard Brautigan when we first married but did not know anybody else who did. We were in SanFransisco(I think) in around 1980 sitting in our hotel room when I noticed that there was a poetry (something) on locally and Richard Brautigan was going to be there.We went along and afterwards invited ourselvs into what appeared to be &#039;afters&#039; Richard Brautigan was there and I was anxious to say Hello . eventually we both went over to him and stood akwardly looking at one another.For the first and only time in my life I asked for an autograph and when he indicated that he would oblige I did not really have anything except a tiny address notebook in my handbag onto  which he scrawled a tiny &#039;Richd Brautigan&#039; My daughter who now reads Richard Brautigan looks at me rather quizically when I assure her that yes I did ask and get his autograph. It always makes me smile and my husband still laughs as he remembers the look on Brautigans face as I assured him that we had traveled from Ireland just to meet him</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi<br />
My husband and I read Richard Brautigan when we first married but did not know anybody else who did. We were in SanFransisco(I think) in around 1980 sitting in our hotel room when I noticed that there was a poetry (something) on locally and Richard Brautigan was going to be there.We went along and afterwards invited ourselvs into what appeared to be &#8216;afters&#8217; Richard Brautigan was there and I was anxious to say Hello . eventually we both went over to him and stood akwardly looking at one another.For the first and only time in my life I asked for an autograph and when he indicated that he would oblige I did not really have anything except a tiny address notebook in my handbag onto  which he scrawled a tiny &#8216;Richd Brautigan&#8217; My daughter who now reads Richard Brautigan looks at me rather quizically when I assure her that yes I did ask and get his autograph. It always makes me smile and my husband still laughs as he remembers the look on Brautigans face as I assured him that we had traveled from Ireland just to meet him</p>
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		<title>By: whzbng</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2006 14:44:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes, it could have been yesterday, but it must have been springtime &#039;72.  Myself the young veteran, determined to readjust, enrolled in the creative writing course at community college.  My instructor was a stylish 50-something who called me to conference in her office outside of class and told me she loved my stories, but I would&#039;ve given her the daffodil anyway.  &quot;So you think I&#039;m the next Brautigan?&quot;  Her voice throaty, low, she murmured &quot;You...read Brautigan...?&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, it could have been yesterday, but it must have been springtime &#8217;72.  Myself the young veteran, determined to readjust, enrolled in the creative writing course at community college.  My instructor was a stylish 50-something who called me to conference in her office outside of class and told me she loved my stories, but I would&#8217;ve given her the daffodil anyway.  &#8220;So you think I&#8217;m the next Brautigan?&#8221;  Her voice throaty, low, she murmured &#8220;You&#8230;read Brautigan&#8230;?&#8221;</p>
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