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September 12, 2007
A Glimpse of ArthurRate this encounter: John, New York, New York, 1994My best friend, Arthur, passed away suddenly right before his thirtieth birthday. Several months later, on a warm summer night, I was dining with a good friend of mine, and talking about Arthur. As we walked down Sixth Avenue heading for the theatre, we were stopped at a crowded intersection waiting for the light to turn. I looked down for a second and caught a strong whiff of Polo cologne, Arthur's favorite cologne. I looked up, and about five to six feet in front of me, through the group of people, I swear I saw Arthur looking at me! I gasped, and my friend said, "What's the matter?" I said, "That guy there..." and she finished, "...looks like Arthur?" I said, "How do you know?" She told me, "Because you described him exactly!" But by then, he was gone. Could this possibly have been what I think it was, some sort of an encounter? Thirteen years later, it still unsettles me.
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