John

There are a fairly large number of stories about Austin to relate, as you might expect from someone who lived life so fully. One recent, quintessential Austin-adventure occurred on a nice Saturday where we were to wander throughout Jackson park, aiming to picnic in the Japanese garden behind the MSI after obtaining bread and cheese at the 61st street farmer's market. On the way, Austin somehow noticed and then unearthed a tattered, battered cap from a bush; something that I wouldn't have seen, let alone attempted to resurrect from its leafy grave. But Austin was delighted by this black capless-cap, which consisted solely of the brim and the headband but no actual cap. It was utterly useless (from the point of covering the head) and deplorably dirty, but Austin happily wore it and walked around with it on his head for the rest of that afternoon. I can still see him so clearly, eating bread and cheese beside the waterfall in the tranquility of the Japanese garden, the light playing on the flowing water, bouncing off his grinning face and onto his head, not halted by the capless cap that amused him so. I did not get to know Austin as well as I wanted, having only met him the quarter before, but after the happy time that we did get to share, I would describe him as one of those rare, wonderful people who are actually content with life. To talk and walk and wander throughout the garden with Austin, clad in his ridiculous, unseemly cap, made for a perfect weekend afternoon. Thank you, Austin, for sharing that joy and contentment with me.