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by William Martin
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I took John, our guest from Cambridge to see the
Alamo in San Antonio (his request) and then
backtracked to Wimberley. The weather and the
days were perfect - bright, cool, and bracing - and
once again I ached at contemplating the possibility
that I might not grow old in that sublime setting.
In the evening we enjoyed the sunset from
the porch and then walked quietly to the east side
of the house to watch the herd of deer gather at
twilight among the oak trees less than thirty yards
away. The next day, we introduced John to Curio
and Margie, perfect neighbors who continue to
teach us the secrets of country living, and Curio
told of spending time in Britain while waiting to
sail to northern France, where he landed at
Omaha Beach on D-Day.
Back in Houston, I tried to set my house in
order. Chandler agreed to serve as acting chairman
while I was away, and Angela agreed to
teach two of my classes. I videotaped three other
lectures, so that I had to cancel only two sessions
before the semester ended, one of which was the
Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving, when
attendance is typically quite sparse. I signed
papers stating that I would be on medical leave of
absence for six weeks, and made sure I knew how
to handle the insurance. I arranged to obtain a
portable computer to see me through the recovery
period, since I would not be able to sit at a regular
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