Category Archives: Chapter 3

!!!!!*****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 →