June 1998. I had driven up from my parents house in Leominster and met Marie Countryman for the first time. We were walking around central Montpelier when this kid came up to us and said:

"Hey, I've got a story I want to tell. Twenty minutes"

"Five minutes" says Marie

"Two minutes" says I

"Awright, lemme liight my cigarette first.....(he lights) I'm writing a book, a novel, a novel about life. I been through it all......

The Kid was like Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady rolled into one. I couldn't believe it!

His name is Michael. Wherever you are, Michael, God bless you and good luck with your life!