Monthly Archives: November 2020

xi That languid week after Labor Day, Mike and I spent most afternoons at his house or mine. Walking around my neighborhood, sitting on the edge of his pool, packing for school, we caught each other up on our summers. … Continue reading →

vii Avondale had been a way station to college for its student body. At Radcliffe, everyone expected to continue on to graduate school. Medicine, law, humanities – we all saw an academic career path unfolding before us. My freshman year … Continue reading →

iv As Jack hitched the derelict Dodge to the Buick, he launched into a story. “Mike, did I ever tell you about the time my brother and I had to drive down to Colorado to rescue my sister?” Not waiting … Continue reading →

CHAPTER FOUR A Slight Inability To Say Good-by March, 1968 Mike and I took another trip to New York to see a play, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead. After opening at the Alvin in October, word of mouth forced a … Continue reading →

ix The morning after what Esther called our “consciousness raising session”, I remembered that Mike had told me his first varsity swim meet would be at Brandeis that afternoon. We couldn’t see each other, he said.  The team would ride … Continue reading →

v Charlie 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 impossible … Continue reading →

CHAPTER THREE I Place My Trust Apart From Me August, 1967 “Hey look! See what’s at the Playhouse in the Park?” Mike rustled through the morning paper after we’d eaten lunch at my house, while I organized what I’d be … Continue reading →