I am in here.
Digging through high school memories: the more I dig, the more there is to find. I am finding memories of when Patty Hearst was kidnapped during our senior year. I have no idea why I am remembering that so strongly along with all of the other memories from then. And a protest from my mind: 1974 … Continue reading Back to school
A recursive picture of me, taken by my high-school friend K, from our reunion a couple of months ago.
The past couple of months have been for me a time of great reflection and remembrance. This is all due to my impending and as-yet unnumbered high school class reunion, and the organizing thereof on Facebook. I can’t begin, for one thing, to believe that we all felt like we were the outsiders. Well, I … Continue reading Getting back to the oldies
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