Author Archives: Al

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Alongside the nightly scenes of war in Southeast Asia, the evening news began to feature footage from San Francisco of hippies, long-haired dropouts. They flaunted all convention, urged everyone to do go with the flow, do their own … Continue reading →

!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! The next three months breezed by, punctuated several times a week by letters from Mike. Reading them and writing back was always a break from the stress of school, both classwork and extracurriculars. Enveloped in his words, I … Continue reading →

!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! Colored lights began to break through the evening mist as we pulled up to Mike’s house in Woodland Park. Set on a little rise above the street, the front lawn was filled with homemade Christmas decorations cut from … Continue reading →

!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! Christmas day was always a bit depressing at the Stein house. If it were on a Saturday, we could hide out at the synagogue, otherwise the lack of traffic and the sounds of merriment from the gentiles all … Continue reading →

!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! Mike drove back for Christmas break. Saturday afternoon, he stopped at my house first before going home. “How was it, the drive,” I asked. “Did it take long, did you go all night?” “No, I left at noon … Continue reading →

!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! October 12, Columbus Day, we had off. Since it was a holiday, long-distance rates were low, like on Saturday nights or Sundays. I bargained with my father for a 10 minute call to Connecticut. “It’s only two dollars … Continue reading →

!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! Let’s not demand so much of every single moment. Lizzie and I met on the steps under the dome, first day of senior year. My notebook was crammed with paper already, most of it blank, ready for note-taking … Continue reading →

!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! Michael was due in Middletown on Labor Day. Friday, the day before he was to leave, I came over to his house. We sat at the shallow end of his pool, absorbing the still radiant late-summer sunshine. A … Continue reading →