I'd seen him before. Certain parties. Gallery openings. I was invited to a gathering at the Yellowstone Club; he was there. At a fund raiser for a senator from Georgia, there he was, again.

From Cape Cod to Los Angeles, over the years I'd somehow repeatedly run into that guy. 

We were never introduced, but this much I gathered: He wrote with a fountain pen when everyone else typed. He pulled up in a 1956 Porsche Speedster when others arrived by one dial-a-ride service or another. He spoke at least three languages fluently. His shoes always had laces and were always polished. And his wardrobe...

I wouldn't even have tried to pull it off. But that guy did.

Are you that guy?

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