Other weekends we traveled. I rememberrnperegrinations on snowshoernaround his Vermont retreat. I recall arnThanksgiving dinner at Professor Brooks'rnhome, an 18th-century farmhouse lovinglyrnremoved from upper New Englandrnand reassembled board by board in thernhills above New Haven. The antiquernbeams were so low that I had to stoop,rnand I remember . . .

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