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Show Acting Alone pa g e 88 help supervise the more challenging - some would say unpleasant - aspects of the erection of the Denver Temple. After so many years of sedentary life at home, the sheer exhilaration of that small thrust into the rising sun had been so intense that Elder Cicerone had concocted for himself an excuse to fly a bit further in that direction, with a little north thrown in, too. Though he could have easily made all the necessary arrangements by phone, he took himself all the way to Chicago, ostensibly to look up some old associates who might help him deal with certain uncooperative contractors in Denver. Both physically and emotionally he was entering his old stomping grounds, and could feel his blood running again. Something as yet nameless had pulled the Elder east. Ever since his rambling youth in Northern Italy and New Jersey, the Elder had found it exciting to enter a new town or a town he hadn't been in for a long while. In such a town a man was anonymous and unconnected as a gypsy boy. He was in a position to take advantage of any of the countless possibilities that any gathering of two or more people presented to someone with a strong charismatic personality. And huge towns like Chicago were especially exciting. He got the Denver Temple business all squared away within hours, the obligatory welcome-back parties and wine-soaked pasta feeds all attended to within days. And, once alone and still full of adrenalin in the Chicago Sheraton, the old Elder began having one of his brainstorms from out of nowhere. Brainstorms such as these had convinced the Council of the Twelve to |