October 31, 2007
An old friend.
I'd not seen Rex in ten years. Real nice to have run into him tonight.
A good-hearted man.
It's nice to have someone else to talk with about having been dead, and how it changes a person, and how it doesn't. We're survivors.
His daughter, Rachel, now grown, living here in Austin. School. I hope to run into her, and I have a darn good chance of doing so; she and Savannah are good friends.
We talked and laughed and smiled in the gentle Austin evening, two old guys catching up and enjoying doing so.