Judging by the store I went to, I can place this story some time in the late 90s. Gina was away in Lawrence, Kansas doing some collaborative research with a scientist at KU. Of course I picked THEN to get the flu. After a couple of days, I started to feel very ill. I had…
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Judging by the store I went to, I can place this story some time in the late 90s. Gina was away in Lawrence, Kansas doing some collaborative research with a scientist at KU. Of course I picked THEN to get the flu. After a couple of days, I started to feel very ill. I had…
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I had always been fascinated by the ideas of working at night, working outside and working alone.
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It was a June night of thunderstorms in central New Jersey
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It's a challenging, exhilarating drive that cries out to be done fast in a small nimble open-top rear-wheel-drive sports car, or a good motorcycle.
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This photo, snapped from atop a tripod on my old Fujica SLR, captures a pivotal time in my life.
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I broke with personal tradition and resolved to change myself
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Then the paramedics began running up the hill with stretchers and backboards. Still, no Cindy.
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I have many Halloween memories, but can’t recall a single specific Halloween from before I went to college. All I have are fragments. Sepia-tones Instamatic snaps in my mind of me and other little kids wandering in and out of the pools of light and shadow of the streets in my neighborhood, seeking candy. No…
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I don't wish to give the impression that I am compiling a screed against Perfidious Womankind...
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I have always had a fascination with obscure words and terms.
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This is more about books and reading and being a weird little kid than about any single book. I was a nerd. A geek. A prototypical Poindexter (a nickname I was actually saddled with for a time). Books didn’t beat me up the way other kids did, so I loved them with all my heart…
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Neither the nondescript stores and the black wilderness of the Meadowlands on one side, nor the dark cemetery dotted with barely visible white tombstones on the other, gave me any assistance.
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Mom used to joke that I had "the attention span of a gnat."
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One meal, though, stands out because I took pictures.
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I have always been one who prefers to deal with negative emotions by assiduously not focusing on them
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Her name was Barbara but her nickname was, for some reason, "Bool."
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Boticelli could not have painted an angel more lovely than Angela.
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My Mom decided that having a kiddy tea party would be fun.
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She stared at me, burst into tears and ran across the street and into her house. I was surprised at how powerfully she reacted.
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The problem with Jeopardy was that it ended at 12:30 PM
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The meanness of spirit, the self-centeredness, that had oozed through American society in the 80s and 90s had polluted my beloved sport.
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I needed a present. I wanted it to be special. I was as poor as the usual working-class undergraduate.
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My first thought when it appeared was chagrin
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When I graduated high school in 1974, I was a bit of an arrogant little shit.
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I'd run, trying frantically to find a place to hide, while it implacably followed me, laughing.
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A family down the block from us took in foster kids.
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Van Morrison might have done me a huge favor. He certainly didn't mean to, but some things work out for the best if given enough time.
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My extreme introvert's response was to focus on solitary sports like bicycling and track, and on pastimes that none of us could actually play.
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"You're right....with Eversharp!"
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Down there among the warehouses, trucking firms and junk yards that populated the Jersey City side of the Bay was a working-man's bar and luncheonette.
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I've heard that with a true friend, absence means little.
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The fact that she is tall, shapely and extremely attractive was not lost on me....
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The trees, bushes and brush would give me plenty of privacy to do what I needed to do.
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But I couldn't just say yes. I broke into song.
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Understand that my Mom loved all animals, and was absolute death on animal cruelty of any kind.
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A switch clicked in my brain. I have no idea why. I looked at Gina and said “I need to do that.”
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"If I left her, if I followed my dark muse into the deep sea, there was a good chance that, one way or the other, Holly would die."
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The twin fears of failure and conflict have been a crippling problem for us.
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A sulfurous smell of decay seeped into my mask. I looked around in vain.
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Made nervous by being alone in a deserted lab building on an actual dark and stormy night, Gina, a grad student working in her lab downstairs, came up to my lab seeking company in the now spooky and very dark building.
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Smell is the sense most connected to our inner brains, to our memories and emotions
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I Should Have Stayed Home
Prompted By Snowy Days
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Judging by the store I went to, I can place this story some time in the late 90s. Gina was away in Lawrence, Kansas doing some collaborative research with a scientist at KU. Of course I picked THEN to get the flu. After a couple of days, I started to feel very ill. I had…
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The Wellen Man
Prompted By Snowy Days
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I had always been fascinated by the ideas of working at night, working outside and working alone.
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Fifteen Miles to 14A
Prompted By Highways and Byways
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It was a June night of thunderstorms in central New Jersey
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I Must Go Down To The Lake Again
Prompted By Highways and Byways
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It's a challenging, exhilarating drive that cries out to be done fast in a small nimble open-top rear-wheel-drive sports car, or a good motorcycle.
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The FDU SCUBA Club
Prompted By Group Photos
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This photo, snapped from atop a tripod on my old Fujica SLR, captures a pivotal time in my life.
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Does It Count If You Make It Early?
Prompted By Resolutions
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I broke with personal tradition and resolved to change myself
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A Piece of the Action
Prompted By Holidaze
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Then the paramedics began running up the hill with stretchers and backboards. Still, no Cindy.
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Mostly Tricks
Prompted By Trick or Treat?
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I have many Halloween memories, but can’t recall a single specific Halloween from before I went to college. All I have are fragments. Sepia-tones Instamatic snaps in my mind of me and other little kids wandering in and out of the pools of light and shadow of the streets in my neighborhood, seeking candy. No…
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The Fruit Stand of Love
Prompted By Lemons to Lemonade
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I don't wish to give the impression that I am compiling a screed against Perfidious Womankind...
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We were creative and determined.
Veni, Vidi, Ego Erravi Male
Prompted By Regrets
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I have always had a fascination with obscure words and terms.
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Bringing Backup
Prompted By Children's Books
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This is more about books and reading and being a weird little kid than about any single book. I was a nerd. A geek. A prototypical Poindexter (a nickname I was actually saddled with for a time). Books didn’t beat me up the way other kids did, so I loved them with all my heart…
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Just Keep Driving…
Prompted By Going to Work
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Neither the nondescript stores and the black wilderness of the Meadowlands on one side, nor the dark cemetery dotted with barely visible white tombstones on the other, gave me any assistance.
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Hello, Darkness
Prompted By Attention Span
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Mom used to joke that I had "the attention span of a gnat."
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A La Famiglia!
Prompted By Mealtime
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One meal, though, stands out because I took pictures.
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The Gift That Keeps On Giving
Prompted By 9/11 Twenty Years Later
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I have always been one who prefers to deal with negative emotions by assiduously not focusing on them
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Drunk Bool
Prompted By Manners
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Her name was Barbara but her nickname was, for some reason, "Bool."
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The Devil is in the Details
Prompted By Dating
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Boticelli could not have painted an angel more lovely than Angela.
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And a very fetching cat she was
A Memorable Birthday
Prompted By Anniversaries
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My Mom decided that having a kiddy tea party would be fun.
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The Word
Prompted By In Trouble
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She stared at me, burst into tears and ran across the street and into her house. I was surprised at how powerfully she reacted.
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What is “late for school?”
Prompted By Quiz and Game Shows
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The problem with Jeopardy was that it ended at 12:30 PM
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Club MTB
Prompted By Cliques and Clubs
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The meanness of spirit, the self-centeredness, that had oozed through American society in the 80s and 90s had polluted my beloved sport.
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“Turn up your radio”
Prompted By Remembering Radios
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I needed a present. I wanted it to be special. I was as poor as the usual working-class undergraduate.
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A Regular Ray Bradbury
Prompted By The Twilight Zone
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My first thought when it appeared was chagrin
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Part of the Union
Prompted By Working
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When I graduated high school in 1974, I was a bit of an arrogant little shit.
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Movies are complex beasts.
Bad Moon
Prompted By Cold War Coping
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I'd run, trying frantically to find a place to hide, while it implacably followed me, laughing.
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Names Have Meaning
Prompted By Inequality
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A family down the block from us took in foster kids.
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My Brown-eyed Girl
Prompted By Concerts
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Van Morrison might have done me a huge favor. He certainly didn't mean to, but some things work out for the best if given enough time.
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But I wasn't raised in Jersey City.
Mario!
Prompted By Big Fan
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My extreme introvert's response was to focus on solitary sports like bicycling and track, and on pastimes that none of us could actually play.
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Kindertotenlieder*
Prompted By Advertising Jingles and Slogans
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"You're right....with Eversharp!"
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The Evil Luncheonette
Prompted By First Memory
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Down there among the warehouses, trucking firms and junk yards that populated the Jersey City side of the Bay was a working-man's bar and luncheonette.
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TBI
Prompted By Reconnecting
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I've heard that with a true friend, absence means little.
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The Exploding Lab Bench
Prompted By How We Met
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The fact that she is tall, shapely and extremely attractive was not lost on me....
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Egrets in Morning Sunlight
Prompted By Hello Darkness
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The trees, bushes and brush would give me plenty of privacy to do what I needed to do.
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Wherein She Learns That I Am Fine With Making a Public Spectacle of Myself
Prompted By Embarrassment
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But I couldn't just say yes. I broke into song.
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I recall none of it.
A comforter
Of mottled gray-black clouds
To hide beneath.
Even I Have Limits
Prompted By Good Trouble
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Understand that my Mom loved all animals, and was absolute death on animal cruelty of any kind.
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A Single Track Mind
Prompted By Finding Your Tribe
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A switch clicked in my brain. I have no idea why. I looked at Gina and said “I need to do that.”
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Deepest Dive
Prompted By Close Calls
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"If I left her, if I followed my dark muse into the deep sea, there was a good chance that, one way or the other, Holly would die."
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Never to escape and never to want to.
Letter from the 21st Century
Prompted By Letter to My Younger Self
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The twin fears of failure and conflict have been a crippling problem for us.
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Lost and Found
Prompted By Close Calls
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A sulfurous smell of decay seeped into my mask. I looked around in vain.
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Pizza and a Bad Movie
Prompted By First Dates
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Made nervous by being alone in a deserted lab building on an actual dark and stormy night, Gina, a grad student working in her lab downstairs, came up to my lab seeking company in the now spooky and very dark building.
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A Certain Cachet…
Prompted By Fragrant Flashbacks
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Smell is the sense most connected to our inner brains, to our memories and emotions
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