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Show SUMMER conventions are nice, but a single note of warning: Don't wear good shoes in a rubber boat down the Green River. In our group only one publisher pub-lisher was stupid enough to leave the old shoes at home. Guess who. (Those shiny oxfords ox-fords will never be the same.) I love nearly all kinds of music. However, I have never been back to a second performance of symphony, and Indian tribal chants get a little monotonous. This is probably where the word "stomp" originated. After two hours of chants somebody sent up a small boy with a quarter and a request for "Margie." No response. CLASS REUNIONS are a strange mixture of gladness and sadness. There is a confusion of "remember when ..." and "I'd have known you anywhere," which of course is untrue. Ever notice? No matter how the face and body may change with the inevitable passage of years, the voice and the laugh remain the same. It would be much easier to recognize an old and very dear friend over the telephone. The old home town has changed so much it is almost unrecognizable. Sprawl goes out in all directions. The empty sandhills where I once pursued the elusive jack-rabbit jack-rabbit with a .22 have been transformed into a lush green golf course. All the changes are for the great good of the community, com-munity, but somehow . . . memory plays strange tricks. Probably the greatest joy of the visit to the old home town was meeting again my beloved high school English teacher, the person who more than any other human being built my motivation toward a career in newspap-ering. newspap-ering. She was, and always will be, my inspiration. MY LADY FAIR Louise, who has been far under the weather for months, came through the trip in great shape and still seems much improved ... We visited the Col. Lee Bethurums at Fountain, near Colorado Springs they have a lovely home with the most magnificent magnif-icent view in the world, and sent their best wishes to a horde of friends. Gas ranged from 46 cents to 59.9 cents, motels from $12 to $26. I had a touch of the absolute ab-solute amazement with which old-timers view the changes in Park City, at several ski spots in Colorado which were, only yesterday, sleepy villages. Glenwood Springs, for instance, 10 years ago a comfy little crossroads, is so big that we got lost. Twice. Breckenridge is unbelievable. unbeliev-able. And Vail ten years ago it was an empty canyon, now the towering condominiums stretch for five miles. AFTER BEING sheltered day and night by air-con- ditioning, the raw heat we encountered outside the car (and in the house) in Utah was different, to say the least . . . MLF Louise finally fin-ally got her long-awaited thrill near Rifle we paused to allow a dainty doe to cross the highway. Dining tip: Don't ever order veal parmesan. All that fancy parmesan stuff can hide a multitude of germs surrounding veal which has been around far too long. I was very 'sick at the stum-mick" stum-mick" for three days. How many "tourists," coming home after two weeks travel, round the last corner expecting to see a pile of ashes where the home used to be? Pleasant surprise, isn't it, to see "where the heart is" looking better than ever? Home it's wonderful. wonder-ful. Mac. |