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The first time I met Gary, he fell asleep. This was in the spring of 1969. Gary and I were working as lawyers in Washington, D.C., and each of us had recently accepted offers to join the faculty of the UCLA School of Law. When I learned of our current shared location and future destination, I called Gary and invited him to dinner at my apartment in Georgetown. We ate and drank and talked long into the night, until Gary checked out. Later he woke up and left.