With the tune to Paul Simon's "Graceland" playing in my head, I made my way to Royal Columbian on some sort of weird pilgrimage to visit a teacher from way back. I have so many vivid memories of him - a big bear of a man with a dark thick whiskers. Now, he's frail, but it turns out he also has vivid memories and he's a sharp as ever. I'm sorry his body has turned against him.
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