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Then I spent the evening of his eighteenth birthday burrowing into the brassiere of the accommodating Enid M*ch*lk* in the back of a pickup truck on a ridge overlooking the northwestern edge of California's fabled San Fernando Valley. In addition to feeling Enid I was feeling a trifle seedy that evening, and had in fact picked up the so-called "Hong Kong flu," which duly clobbered me during the night. I spent the following day, Christmas Eve, on a divan in the living room, only vaguely aware of the holiday traffic, with a high fever (105F at one point, my stepmater reported later), hallucinating violently. And while all this was happening, Hugh became old enough to draft. Ick.
cordially,
