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Show 201 "Oh - that's right!" Hunt laughed. Hunt and his father had some wine in the lounge; Sean had a coke. "I've got tons of stuff coming UPS," Sean said. '"Tons'?" Hunt's father lifted his eyebrows. He was in a play with Hunt's son. "It's a lot of stuff," Sean said. "I've got about a hundred records and tapes. And all my equipment. And most of my clothes and my ski junk.' "Sounds like tons," Hunt's father said. "It is." Hunt watched them, sat across and witnessed. Hunt's father seemed to know just what worked to trigger Sean's enthusiasms. And when Sean gave words, every one seemed so nicely proud and urgent. "Hey, Dad, I saw The Stones," Sean said. "In Boston Garden!" "He stayed with me," Sean's father said. "Three of them. Two of his friends as well." "Grampa took us all out for a Chinese Feast," Sean said. "None of them were the least bit shy about eating." Sean and his grandfather laughed. Hunt could not remember flying in so small an airplane in so large a sky. "I can see why you like the West," his father said. "Why is that?" Hunt smiled. |