The Night I Drove Freeman Home

He could highlight a stressed point with the most deliberate pause.

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By Tom Sheehan

I had heard Freeman Frank read his piece, “Anonymous,” and was liberated from my hopes of finding the special touch that I heard from him. Something about him said Maine: sharp, to the point, undressed prose that lived, like the directions you get from a side…

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