Short Fiction Starring or Mentioning David Gergen
It’s here we present stories about, more or less, David Gergen, who has come to occupy a unique position, or positions, in modern American political history, a position, (or positions) that historians will surely quarrel over for many, many months to come, provided they have some time on their hands, and are feeling belligerent.
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I Touched Her Hand.
[Ed. note: This story may not be fiction.]
One time I met David Gergen’s daughter. She seemed very nice, full of positive energy and whatnot. As I remember, we shook hands and that was it. Nevertheless, I have held the moment with me to this day. Perhaps it is best captured in the following haiku:
I met his daughter.
I shook her hand. She shook mine.
Hers was cool and dry.
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