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Show -277- "I w i l l ." The Professor's warning reminded him of the f i r s t New Years Day they had spent in California. They had been invited to a party a t one of his colleague's summer home in Stin-son Beach. The weather xas unseasonably mild, though not really xarm, and in the afternoon most of the company and the host had put on swim s u i t s and plunged into the winter waves. Neither the Professor nor his xrife had done so, but they had been impressed by the fact that one could in California go swimming in midwinter. If the day had been like today, though, 'the Professor thought, no one would have gone in. The road to the sea xas an extension of Sir Francis Drake boulevard westward, running just below their house. Once on i t , they drove for several miles down a pleasant valley, through Fairfax and another smaller town to the 3a Samuel Taylor State Park, where they passed on a winding road a stand of Giant redwood t r e e s . Beyond that, they began to ascend the coastal h i l l s ? where, from the summit, they would get t h e i r f i r s t view of the Pacific. Whenever the Professor drove this road, he xas reminded of his boyhood In Utah. Among the t r e e s , alongside the brook, ascending the h i l l s , he could imagine himself back in his youth, driving xrith his parents into the canyons.., of the Wasatch iange? Once a t the summit, however, the atmosphere was e n t i r e l y different. The h i l l s doxm to the ocean were gently r o l l i n g , not the rocky inclines of his home, and |