Terence M. Sullivan (1963 - )

On some sleepy Saturday mornings, you might find Mr. Sullivan, notebook in hand, loitering around Pierson High or Mashashimuet Park. Sometimes he wanders into the whaling museum and yells, ''Thar she blows!'' at the top of his lungs. Once the guard escorts him out, he walks across the street to Memorial Library and, after perhaps looking up a word the guard called him, takes a seat by the window and considers the beauty of a sonnet.

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