Category Archives: Chapter 3

ix 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.  The team would ride … Continue reading →

v Charlie 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 impossible … Continue reading →

CHAPTER THREE I Place My Trust Apart From Me August, 1967 “Hey look! See what’s at the Playhouse in the Park?” Mike rustled through the morning paper after we’d eaten lunch at my house, while I organized what I’d be … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Mike came to Cambridge during reading period, spending the first three weekends in January with me. Mornings, after I had sneaked breakfast up to him, we went over to Widener Library for three hours of study and review, … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING COPY DRAFT*****!!!!! Chanukah came late that year, after Christmas.The whole first week at home, I tried to keep busy, buying and wrapping presents for my parents, brothers, and sisters, cooking with mom, and spending some time with Lizzie. Over … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Esther, older married Esther, was right of course. First thing Monday morning, I called for an appointment at the campus health center, telling them I wanted to get my ears pierced. I didn’t have the nerve to give … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****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 →