[AGL] Clark rides off into the sunset, Happy Trails to you...

[Frances Morey]

  Travis,
    I saw it coming. Clark was an unreconstructed carnivore, eating mostly meat, most of of the time, and typically more than enough all the time. All-you-can-eat bar-be-cue was his favorite venue. I tried to talk him out of it and he wouldn't hear of it. John Wayne, another colon cancer victim, also acted as though meat was the sine qua non of food.
   
  One Thanksgiving in Real de Catorce, I think it was '03, Clark and I walked back to our hotels after one of a half dozen parties. There is no level ground and our path was upgrade all the way. He had to stop and catch his breath about every ten steps. I was barely breathing hard, compared to his panting. 
   
  I estimate that he was at least 60 pounds overweight then--transporting that much excess, like having a 60 pound bag of corn strapped to his back, 24-7. The stress of that ought to make the pleasure of overeating pale, yet some are not able to make the connection.
   
  The first time I met Clark was at a party in my neighborhood when I lived at the corner of W. 22 1/2 and Pearl, newly married. The party over on 23rd Street was so over-the-top-wild that it could be heard a block away and becconed our attendance. 
   
  Unlike the typical ghetto party of the times there were lots of kegs, bottles of booze, highly amplified live rock music and motorcycles roaring through the house. I had to know who was behind this shadow precurssor of Animal House, and lo and behold, Clark was host. 
   
  I wondered who had put up the moolah to throw such a high dollar shindig. It turned out that Clark had been given $1,500, quite a chunk of change in the '60s, by developers who were consolidating land for Tri Towers North. The money was intended to finance throwing the wildest party ever imagined in all of West Campus. 
   
  The dies ex machina was that it would persuade Dr. Moore to sell out. He was none other than the extremely biggoted math professor for whom the Robert Lee Moore hall on campus is named. The gambit didn't work and the development domino effect stopped in it's tracks, at Dr. Moore's house. 
   
  Nevermind the results--these kinds of bold brash highjinks were the embodyment of Clark. He was master of machinations for setting up memorable good times, perhaps second only to the highjinks of Travis Rivers. I found that Austin boys always had special accumen in the business of trumping fun. Over the ages and stages we went through, Clark gave me a thousand smiles.
   
  Best,
  Frances Morey
   
   
   
  Note to Harry: You may forward this to the ghetto2, if you like. Since I got the new ISP, NetZero, I can't figure out how to send outgoing mail.

   
   

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