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There were two occasions. One when he took the thermostat, threw it by mistake into the Jeep, where it lay forgotten and hidden; and another occasion three weeks later when it was dumped. I believe both occasions last spring, early in spring.

(Jimmy’s youngest son, J.J., is six years old. The first time Jane and I saw the two of them, over four years ago, we were struck by the unmistakable similarity between them, not only in physical appearance but in manner. If anything this likeness between father and son has grown with the passing years, until now it is a standard topic of conversation when the Spazianis and the Buttses get together. As Jimmy’s wife Marian said to us this evening at supper: “Well, there must be a few drops of my blood in J.J. somewhere...” Jimmy of course is Italian. Marian is Irish and French.

(October 29, Thursday, 11:15-11:45 AM: Two fleeting effects. I had an impression of Rob striding forward, saying something like, “I’ll tell you what I think we [or you] should do with the wedding license.”

(In between these two sightings I saw a middle-aged man in rolled-up white shirt sleeves, sitting at a kitchen-type table and staring to my right. His profile was to me. He had a definite cauliflower ear. His complexion was ruddy, his hair had a reddish tinge. He did not move. He reminded me somewhat of Bill Macdonnel's father, but it was not him. I also recall a small pencil drawing Bill has done of his father in a similar position, but from a full-face angle.)