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What I Remember
I start this blog with a lot of trepidation. Memory is, for me, a kind of a misty corridor leading backwards to a time that can’t be defined in conventional words. I once comforted a troubled friend by saying, “Just think back to that time before you can remember, maybe before you were born.” As…
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How I met Batman: A birthday Bash! and Blam!
I went to a birthday party in Third Grade. This was my first invitation to a birthday party, not that I hadn’t had birthday cake with others, but mostly they were just small familial gatherings. This particular invitation came from a classmate, whose name I can’t recall with any certainty. All I know is that…
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Farewell to Camelot
I was in sixth grade, barely a month shy of 11, and my top preoccupations were (in order of preference): Girls! Comic books! TV shows! Top 40 music! The Beatles were months away from taking over all the girls, The Avengers were only a couple of issues old, and even The Man From U.N.C.L.E. was…
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A Gray Day in Deep Personal Time
A few friends have responded enthusiastically to the first post in this blog, none more enthusiastic than my friend, Dan. We have shared a lot of memories over the years, and he sent me some quotations from books he’s read that get to the heart of what I’m trying to do. This one, from a…
What I Remember
notes toward a memoir
What I Remember 