At different times in my life, Austin has been a springboard, launching me into worlds of personal discovery. Like when I was browsing a hole-in-the-wall bookstore across from UT and found a book called “Sugar Blues” that sent me spinning through the world of nutrition and the natural food movement.
One of the most memorable times was when I came to Austin in 1980 to look for a job. I found one, not in Austin, but through a program at St. Edward’s University that sent me out to the “last frontier of Texas”— the Big Bend region. I had dreamed of working in far West Texas while still a student at Texas Tech. Soon I was on the road to St. Mary’s School in Marfa, three hours from any large city, with a backseat full of books that I couldn’t live without.
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