If you write nonfiction as I aim to do you thank the gods and goddesses of ubiquity every day for surely reality beats imagination 9 times out of 10. I found out yesterday that the poet Kenneth Rexroth (seen above in the proper photograph) received the gift of a suit from Al Capone. I love knowing this. I love the fact that a poet who was a true conscientious objector during World War II looked damned good in a psychopath’s clothing. As Carl Jung once observed: “Ultimate truth, if there be such a thing, demands the concert of many voices.” And suits. Ultimate “T” demands recycled suits.