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To The Human Being who changed my life&
&object1_3=t|627|100|100|100|10|40|100|0|0|left|0|5|3|0|1|14|0|0|0|1|In a suburb of one of the major cities of north Texas, there is a house - plain, normal - yet with a very special back yard.  Actually, it is not the back yard but the building in its far corner that is special.  Some years ago, the man who built it invited me to a tour of the place.  

I'm not sure of the actual dimensions, but I will always think of it as the size of a large barn.  Better than that, as a temple.  Inside?  Collected words - magazines, copies of articles, paper backs, hard covers, first editions, old comics - as I remember it (and as I insist on remembering it), just about any type of medium of writing.  Language, you know, is reality.  There is a lot of written reality there.  And all of it is Stan's, the man who made the building.

My visit to the book building occured well after I enjoyed a dozen years of learning from and teaching with Stan.  There are so many ways to describe him - philospher, philologist, friend, musician, teacher, golfer, thinker, learner, actor, comic, expert, hermit, sage.  But I think the best I can do to honor him is to say he is the only complete human being I've ever known.

Almost everything included in this project is some adaptation of Stan's work - work which he spent a lifetime making.  I know that my adaptations of his "stuff" fall short of his intentions.  My agenda is different, and my liberal use of his work does little to commemorate the exhausting years of tumultuous rigor and care that Stan infused into almost every line and outline involved.

Still, 'good artists borrow, while great artists steal' (I've read that this saying was stolen from Picasso by Stravinsky).  And for the human being who helped me see past the empty abyss of a sentence's ending period, all I can hope is that my reverence and gratitude for Stan the Man is obvious.&
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&object1_6=t|594|100|100|100|10|428|100|0|0|left|0|13|3|1|1|14|0|0|0|1|Where my thievery is best, Stan's brilliance will shine, And as for the dim spots, Those are all mine.&