Category Archives: Ghost Story

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! The morning after what Esther called our “consciousness raising session”, I remembered that Mike had told me his first varsity swim meet would be at Brandeis that afternoon. We couldn’t see each other, he said, as the team … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Tuesday night, Jeanne showed up at dinner in a shimmery black cape, tall conical hat, wand, and black mask. “Where’s your costume? Aren’t you going to the Yard, protect the little kids knocking on doors?” I was not … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! We must have forgotten, that day, about getting back to Cambridge. The topic never came up, not on the way to New York, not in the deli, or walking through the Park, or on the train ride back. … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Only The Birthday Party, by Harold Pinter, had open rush tickets. I didn’t tell Mike, but the New Yorker critic had panned it. It involved a lot of word play, scary confrontations, and the occasional blackout during the … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Eddie called me a few days later from Providence. “I’m going down to D.C. this weekend for the Mobe. You want to come with me? This war has to end, we have to raise the stakes, make it … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT!*****!!!!! It drizzled the evening of Columbus Day as we headed to the musty theatre. I wore a London Fog raincoat my mother insisted I bring to Radcliffe, a scarf covering my hair. Jeanne sported an umbrella, while Marci … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Conversation was easy with Jeanne. I started with that college staple, “Know what you’re majoring in?” With what I would come to know as her characteristic self-assurance, she said, “I’m going to be a doctor, so I guess … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT *****!!!!! Two weeks after Labor Day, we headed off to New England, me with my parents, Mike in his red Lancer. We’d agreed to meet a few weeks later after school started, Columbus Day weekend, for a day … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT *****!!!!! “Hey look! See what’s at the Playhouse in the Park?” Mid-August, summer of 1967, Mike was reading the paper after lunch at my house, while I organized what I’d be taking to Cambridge in a couple of … Continue reading →