In the wake of George Ewing's passing, my old friend Lee Hart sent me an email full of reminiscences. Some of these were familiar to me, but most of them were new. (Lee had been local to George for a lot of years and saw him far more often than I did.) So let me set them down here with minimal editing, as I'm currently in the center of the vortex
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I would have loved to know George. Now, in a sense I do.
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