I was visiting Pop-pop on Long Island (he lived far east nearish Montauk) & decided to take a detour & drop by Mark Doty's house (in my dream he just lived out there, though now that I think about it I do know that he lives on Fire Island).
I didn't bring any poetry to read or review in with me, despite having a few manuscripts in my car. I instead asked where a good pizza place was.
Doty had hidden little writings on fortune cookie size papers around his house. I found one under a hat on a kitchen table. It had "1915" written on it in neat black pen.
There was also a farm involved.