Irrespective of hangover, Gore would descend the
steps down the Ravello hillside for his daily sea swim. On the final day in
Ravello, Gore walked me down to the sun-drenched piazza in front of the
Positano cathedral. As I waited for my taxi, Gore spoke about his now-completed
California campaign, my nascent career as a pundit, the fate of California and
the ongoing wages of empire. About to depart, I posed a question that stilled
puzzled me about the campaign. As an author, I asked him, did he mind that his
writings had been fair game for the opposition. Il Gorino smiled a tight,
regretful smile, and responded a little dreamily, "wouldn't that have
been wonderful." Adeo, Il Gorino.
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