For A.C., his wife, Francine, and their two children

Belvedere Jehosophat - Sunday, 24 April 2005 - 08:23:00 - print it raw

A.C. suffered from Motorphobia, which is the intense, irrational fear of automobiles.
It was to avoid the breathlessness, the excessive sweating, the dry mouth, the nausea, the anxiety attacks, the heart palpitations, the myriad of other acute and unpleasant symptoms that he would travel by train as often as he could.

A.C. died in a car accident on the 4 January 1960 with his return train ticket still in his coat pocket. A friend had convinced him to catch a ride home in his car.

He was 47.

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