"Walking toward the end of some city block, George Plimpton appeared around the corner and, after a long pause, he said to me: “Get yourself a Vespa and tell them to put in on my tab.” He stepped backward around the corner and was gone. As we walked on across the street, I wondered aloud how exactly I could prove to a Vespa dealer that he authorized the purchase."

— First documented appearance of George Plimpton in my dreams. That is what I get for following The Paris Review on tumblr.