Category Archives: Chapter 6

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Chanukah started the following Friday. Jeanne brought out her menorah, and for the first time, I had a family in Cambridge to share the holiday with. Howard showed up with Rachel, Marcia invited her boyfriend, even Bev joined … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Mike arrived in Cambridge the Friday after the Moratorium march, looking completely drained. “My father called this morning, I’m going back to Cincinnati tomorrow evening.” “Wait, What? You have to go back now? Can’t you wait until Thanksgiving?”  … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Howard insisted on driving back to Boston. “This car is on its last legs, it’s got all these little quirks, I think I’m the only one who can keep it going.” After he’d drifted across the freeway again, … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! 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 … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! “What did you think?” Howard asked as we walked out of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. He had been so eager to see the film, even though I’d seen it before, I couldn’t deny him, not on … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Back in Cambridge, I found myself pulled back to Hillel. In the year since I’d attended the worship and study congregation with Les, Rabbi Gold had added two or three meetings every day, where reading from the Torah … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! “I’m going to try the ‘Introduction to Psychoanalysis’ course with Katy Winters,” Mike said as we traveled east along that unending stretch of western Kansas which if anything, was even flatter than before. “You studied Freud last year, … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! A few miles out of town, we meandered up a valley road, then drove along a hillside to a rutted two-lane dirt path. Mike eased the car up to a boxy house covered with vertical honey-colored cedar slats, … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! We left St. Louis after lunch, traveling through rolling hills, farms, and open woodland, a wider vista then crowded New England and Ohio. Mike fiddled with the radio, trying to find the clearest AM radio stations, which featured … Continue reading →