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To Eldorado and BeyondNovember 1989
By the time I was ready to leave it was past nine o’clock. I felt exhilarated after the sleep and the swim and buoyed by my new determination. It wasn’t too early to phone Bill Morgan, I thought, so I put my things in the car and drove off slowly in search of a telephone box.
A woman’s voice answered the phone, and when I asked to speak to Bill Morgan she said could I call a bit later, as he was still sleeping. I told her I was on the move and would stop by the house in the early afternoon, to see if he could talk to me for a few minutes about some research I was doing. The woman gave me the address and said I’d probably find him still at home at that hour. I gave her my name and set off again for Albany.
Bill Morgan was waiting for me in the lit
