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Just to remember—I met one of the best men I ever knew in an insane asylum. I was on a trip with my college sociology class to a Mexico City asylum, specifically for the very young and severely disabled. I saw a 23 year old man with the mental age of 6 months curled up in a crib with a passifier. I stroked the hair of a 5 year old sitting on the floor and was rewarded with a smile and information from the man sitting nearby that the child was a deaf/mute. It turned out he was majoring in philosophy at

my college, but volunteered on the weekend at several institutions for the sick and handicapped. He was the orphan of a Calcutta brain surgeon and an Austrian society woman, and the ward of the British Vice Consul to Mexico. We started dating and I have fond memories of riding on the back of his Vespa scooter in my buffont skirt and high heels.

I have less fond memories of returning from a 150 mile trip with a friend who was installing the music system in a new hotel. On the trip back it started to rain. We had no rain gear and by nightfall riding through an 8,000 foot pass was very cold. When we got to my home, he had to pry my fingers loose so I could stagger off to the door. I probably had hypothermia, but 10 hours asleep and hot tea did the job.

But enough about me. Just hope this was the big one and they don’t get something worse.