One of the most mind-blowing experiences of my life happened on a porch in East Austin. I had brought George Raveling, then 80, to visit with Richard Overton, then 111. It struck me as these two kind and wise men chatted that I was in a sort of human wormhole. When George was born in 1937 (he writes about this in his beautiful new book What You’re Made For that I was lucky enough to play a small part in getting published), the Golden Gate Bridge had just opened, the Great Depres...
