Monthly Archives: June 2020

!!!!!*****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 →

!!!!!*****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 →