Visited Marilyn. I took a walk in Laurelhurst park, where we have been together 4 years ago, and this spring. Now it is fall, a cold wind carries the rotten leaves among the trees and benches.
The dog with two kinds of eyes received me with great enthusiasm. He leaned against my leg with all the weight of his body, and while we talked he layed his head on my lap, peeking out from under the rim of the table with one of his eyes. It was good to talk to Marilyn. She said she considered herself too, a humanist. We talked about his husband and his son, the movie he made on his climb of the Eiger. He also wrote a few books, published on several languages.
This night I took a walk in downtown and had a hamburger in MacDonalds.
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