I keep thinking of Dorothy Hartzog, the sweetest person... she so politely kept coming to send a page for her husband Edward Williams. And he never came, though she said she knew or heard that he had been there in the Astrodome on the first day. She was in her 70s. This is torturing me as I think of all the times she came to me personally pushing her fold-up wheelchair with all her stuff in the seat, leaning on it for a walker, and I did not grab onto that problem and help her with all the powers at my command.
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