"Dr Golledge. I presume?..." It was he indeed, the last one to arrive, a mighty bull of a man making his entry into the Villa Serbelloni's Green salon, a little flustered, a little sweaty, a little late, while the rest of us were already enjoying the second glass of Champagne being passed around by white-gloved waiters. Thus started my twenty-seven-year association with Reg, on that balmy summer afternoon, on the dreamy shores of Lake Como, among a small elite group of some of the most notable geographers of the day. A stranger among strangers, I was at the time a budding planning bureaucrat working for the Greek government in Athens, and Reg was the chair of the geography department at the University of California at Santa Barbara (UCSB). The rest, for me, is history-or rather, geography.
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