[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.