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Chapter 32 A Tentative Restart Isn’t it interesting how we both remember the phone call? The details differ, but the main points are there in both recollections. When I hung up  I just stood in the phone booth staring at the phone for at least ten minutes. I only left then because another student wanted to use the it. I walked back to my room, stretched out on my bed, and looked at the cracks in the ceiling. In my mind I replayed the conversation over and over. A hundred times I w...

Chapter 32 A Tentative Restart Isn’t it interesting how we both remember the phone call? The details differ, but the main points are there in both recollections. When I hung up  I just stood in the phone booth staring at the phone for at least ten minutes. I only left then because another student wanted to use the it. I walked back to my room, stretched out on my bed, and looked at the cracks in the ceiling. In my mind I replayed the conversation over and over. A hundred times I w...

Chapter 32 A Tentative Restart Isn’t it interesting how we both remember the phone call? The details differ, but the main points are there in both recollections. When I hung up the phone I just stood in the phone booth staring at the phone for at least ten minutes. I only left then because another student wanted to use the phone. I walked back to my room, stretched out on my bed, and looked at the cracks in the ceiling. In my mind I replayed the phone conversation over and over. A hund...

#53 Poems and Phones I spent the last few days trying to get my act together. I'm trying to find out how and why Donna and I fell in love and got married. In looking back over what I've written I'm not sure I'm doing that. Still, I think there is something here worth going on about. As sometimes happens, while I'm thinking about one writing problem I get ideas for another piece of writing all together. I'm including this poem here because it came to me over the weekend. It really belongs back...

 Chapter 30 Crisis Coming I vividly remember that day, July 23, 1962. I sat in my chair for maybe an hour reading and rereading that letter. Then I got up, dropped the letter on my desk and walked to the registrar to withdraw from Kent. I next called my parents to tell them I wasn't going to stay at Kent. Dad couldn't come to pick me up until the next day so I went back to my room and read the letter another ten or twelve times. I was cold and numb and very very scared. I didn't have a clue ...