Imagine an old man sitting by himself in a dingy all-night diner in downtown Washington. He has his back to the window, shoulders hunched, like the customer in Nighthawks, Edward Hopper’s famous painting. Joe – for the old man’s name is Joe – looks tired and mournful. Perhaps he’s thinking about what was, about what might have been. For him, it’s a nightmare.
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