Last Months in BrisbaneChapter 3
Friday morning brought a long-awaited missive: a letter from Kevin at Black Mountain, ACT. I dashed off a note expressing my interest and tried to read. Orlando was impossible. I returned to Wilson. I was gripped by his writing of how the youthful fascination with things that then leads to the productive scientist. Laura called somewhat after two. We arranged for me to call for her “around eight” on Saturday morning. We’d be at the parking lot at the Tyagarah Nature Reserve by ten. I stopped...