HIS TRAIN by George Dabrowski.
Yes, that is what I was thinking when I woke up from three different painters on World Channel.
And sure enough, George is still around.
We would share our poetry at the Lambertville Library. Sat at a huge table. We could look out the window and see a couple of gas stations.
These were the days of THE NOW AND THEN SHOP my dad owned.
Those were the days with the departed Joe Traceno, Elaine Restifo and a couple of folks killed, yes, killed on The Towpath.
I have thrown all those magazines away with the great covers.
How can I get in touch with George?
Will try tomorrow.
Also remembered several fine poets, one was Paul Matthews.
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