One day, much later, I was showing some out of town friends around the campus. It was almost deserted, but meeting us on the mall was a small group led by--CharlieGandy. He carried a long willow pole. It was 8 or 10 feet long, perfectly straight, and one and a half to two inches in diameter. The bark had been shaved off.
He led his group (they were assorted people I had seen around before, but I didn't really know any of them) straight to us. I didn't know what to think. Gandy stopped in front of me and offered me the staff. Since that moment, I have wondered many times what was really happening at that moment. What was Charlie doing? Would he have done the same thing regardless of whom he met on the mall that day? Did he know me, or remember me as anyone he knew? It was the oddest moment--the two groups met, not a word was exchanged, but when it was over something had happened. I felt perhaps I had missed something. The moment passed. Charlie shrugged and they continued on. That was the last time I ever saw him. Later I heard that a body found in the wilderness at Greenbriar (a hippie commune school near Bastrop) had been identified as Charlie Gandy.
"God Bless Charlie Gandy."
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