Category Archives: Chapter 6

xiv Friday, the traditional end of a ski week, found us taking the Big Burn lift all the way to the top of the mountain. It was my graduation day, when I would finally stretch my wings away from the … Continue reading →

viii During October, 1969, I felt calmer, more sedate. The campus had settled down, everyone back to work it seemed. The Faculty finally voted to condemn the war. Bev,  Jeanne, and  I found a domestic rhythm at 119 Oxford Street. … Continue reading →

iv A few miles out of town, we meandered up a valley road, then drove along a hillside to a rutted dirt double track. Mike eased the car to a stop at a boxy house covered with vertical honey-colored cedar … Continue reading →

CHAPTER SIX If I Could Only Stop My Mind August, 1969 Mike’s parents went out to Snowmass the last two weeks of August to inspect their newly-built retirement cabin, which meant he and I had his house to ourselves when … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! We continued, that sultry muggy summer, to engage and disengage, sharing desultory days and nights, both of us afraid, I guess, to be the first to say good-bye for good. One evening, Mike brought out the slides he’d … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! SHOW A LITTLE FAITH Schools fell like dominos that spring, after the Kent State and Jackson State campus killings. All the colleges in the country, it seemed, closed their doors. At the time, I thought it was in … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Visiting Mike in Colorado, and creating his 21st birthday card shifted my internal compass. In January and February, as I tentatively explored what being with another man might feel like, my own future had become my True North. … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Friday, the traditional end of a ski week, found us taking the Big Burn lift all the way to the top of the mountain. It was my graduation day, when I would finally stretch my wings away from … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Mike was waiting for me as I walked off the plane into Stapleton airport. Once again the mile-high air in Denver had me breathless, almost panting, my cheeks flushed. He stood hesitantly, gauging my mood. Then, a soft … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Next morning, an hour or so after he had left to drive back home, Mike called. “It’s the car. It just stopped.” “Where are you?” “At a gas station, near the Pru.” He sounded resigned, confused. “What are … Continue reading →