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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.

Great fun.