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My classmates from The Rayen School, half a century ago, at the smoking lounge of De La Concha, Sixth Avenue near 57th Street, Manhattan. Carol, Dom, and their daughter Gina. We talked about Karma, and how everything--every damned thing--we do comes back to us four-fold. I said for me the multiple paybacks for my evil deeds and long string of failed relationships was not just automatic, but in mind-bending specificity. Nevertheless here, at last, in this wholly delightful encounter was some GOOD Karma, for which I'm grateful. Better late than never, eh?