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It's funny how things connect with coincidences--I was just looking up a bibliography of the works of Freeman Dyson and reading reviews of his books. Then I moved on to check the literary pulse of the country, as expressed in the New York Review of Books. And of course there I find the first review is written by Freeman Dyson.
My friend who is working in Zambia was prompted to write me a letter at the end of April when, after seeing another Peace Corps Volunteer with a self-made T-shirt bearing the text "RIP HST" was lead to read the Hunter S. Thompson retrospective in Rolling Stone, a copy of which had somehow made it to the bushlands of south/central Africa, and the article had apparently reminded of me—hence the aerogram, which, to post, required a two hour ride by chickenbus to the nearest municipality, and the postage for which required several weeks saving.
My friend who is working in Zambia was prompted to write me a letter at the end of April when, after seeing another Peace Corps Volunteer with a self-made T-shirt bearing the text "RIP HST" was lead to read the Hunter S. Thompson retrospective in Rolling Stone, a copy of which had somehow made it to the bushlands of south/central Africa, and the article had apparently reminded of me—hence the aerogram, which, to post, required a two hour ride by chickenbus to the nearest municipality, and the postage for which required several weeks saving.