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Monthly Archives: March 2020
Chapter 2 – ii
!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! October 12, Columbus Day, we had off. Since it was a holiday, long-distance rates were low, like on Saturday nights or Sundays. I bargained with my father for a 10 minute call to Connecticut. “It’s only two dollars … Continue reading →
Chapter 2 – i
!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! Let’s not demand so much of every single moment. Lizzie and I met on the steps under the dome, first day of senior year. My notebook was crammed with paper already, most of it blank, ready for note-taking … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – xv
!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! Michael was due in Middletown on Labor Day. Friday, the day before he was to leave, I came over to his house. We sat at the shallow end of his pool, absorbing the still radiant late-summer sunshine. A … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – xiv.a
!!!!!!!*******WORKING DRAFT*******!!!!!!! The second weekend in August was one of those Dog Days in the midwest, hot, muggy, with oppressive heavy air. A perfect day to hide my hair. Mike and his parents picked me up on their way to … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – xiv
Mornings are chilly in Menemsha, near the sea. A sweater, my summer shorts, and knee high socks were sometimes not enough protection against the fog floating in off the Gulf stream. Every day, I’d walk down to the water’s edge, … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – xi
In the car, we headed north towards the shopping mall just opened by the new interchange of I-75 and 275. As we started towards the expressway entrance, the light turned yellow. Mike slammed on the brakes and flung his right … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – x
My birthday was on a Wednesday. Mike and I went out to another Hollywood movie that Friday at the downtown RKO Palace theater. I wanted to see “The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming.” It starred Theodore Bikel, whom … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – ix
School entered its annual climax in late April into May. Theater kids struggled to complete rehearsals for the annual play. The Avon Follies (featuring Lizzie in the dance line, of course) competed with them for practice time on the auditorium … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – viii
Maybe I played Spin The Bottle when I was 11 or 12; maybe a pudgy boy with curly hair, a goofy smile and a wrinkling nose pecked me on the cheek one night. I don’t know. If that happened, it … Continue reading →
Love In The Time Of Coronavirus
Four days now since I’ve had any real contact outside my home, except for a brief visit with another couple in their equally large abode. How have I taken advantage of the new state of affairs thrust on the world … Continue reading →