It came to pass in Howard Beach. While a dismal pall settled over New York City and monstrous airliners slid, thundering, out of the skies, a group of hardy souls gathered to pig out on Chinese food and spilled a bit of wine but no tears for Tex Konig. To eat is human; to stuff, divine and we did the best we could while telling Tex stories and catching up on the last 30 years or so. Terrible the way young idealists become cranky ol' farts. It came to pass and we all thought that Tex would have enjoyed, Snookums. bye, sid