The dreaded phone call. Dale's brother died this morning. The first of seven. He had lung cancer - like all of the West's, he always thought he would be immune to the devastation of cigarette smoking. They had tried to operate two weeks ago, and discovered there was nothing they could do. Newton was trying to face it bravely, not complaining much. We thought it would be a long siege, but this is undoubtedly better for him. But unexpected.