Final phase of our trip involves two special people whose acquaintance with us is one of those improbables that make life so unpredictably fascinating.
I do not recall when I first met Peter Fuss. I am sure it was through the agency of my friend Tom, who was taking Peter’s philosophy class at UMSL, back in the late 70s or early 80s. Time has mushed together around certain things and I can’t pinpoint occurrence with the accuracy I’d like. I’ve never been able to keep a journal (with the exception of this blog) so I have no notation anywhere of when we first met, but it was not memorable.…