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991122 Monday fading generations, fading memories... |
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In my morning class, I asked the class to tell me the significance of today's date in American history. Only two students, both over forty, could tell me that today is the anniversary of JFK's assassination. Time passes. Yesterday's telephone conversation with Mom elicited the information that about a week ago, Carly S. had called their home to touch base and learn my whereabouts. Carly and I dated in high school a few times, connected as we were through our activities in our respective church youth groups. She went to Heights Presbyterian, and I to St. John's; she attended Reagan High, and I attended Bellaire. We dated several times amicably (if not always as passionately as I'd have liked) and then fell away from each other, perhaps because of the distance across town, or maybe other intervening interests. Who knows? We first connected through our involvement on United Presbyterian Youth district work, and on retreats of the Houston area youth at places such as Camp Ross Sterling near Baytown. I think she might have succeeded me as president of the UPY for the Gulf Coast Synod. Yes, even then I was leading the flock, a fact that amazes me considering that my agnosticism, skepticism and lack of spirituality were already apparent. I don't have a particularly "popely" bearing. Amaze me more and kiss my ring! I should say two things about Carly. One, until last month (which I'll get to shortly) I hadn't thought of Carly in years. And when I did think about her, it was more along the lines of "I wonder how life is turning out for Carly" more than "I wonder what might have been." Two, Carly was one of the most absolutely gorgeous humans I have ever gone out with, and I've been out with a few bona fide beauties (this would be "back in the day," as the kids say today), my wife among them. But Carly was absolutely supermodel/covergirl material: tall, willowy, great eyes, wonderful lips, cheek bones, presence...and a brain. But I gush. I have to say that I am more than a little intrigued by this small attention from Carly, and that both amuses and concerns me. That should be fodder for another entry (oh no, not again -- another postponement). But I suspect I will call anyway. I'm harmless ("harmless" here means "chickenshit," not "dead"), and she's remote, living in California; however, a directory search on the web reveals she still uses her maiden name. Oh well, like I said, I'm harmless, and have other (not unhappy) commitments. (Note: I've recorded her phone number and address on the hard copy of this page.) Tomorrow when I write, I should try to recount the linguistic problems Carly and I had while visiting Trinity University in San Antonio. |
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November arrived today at around 2 PM with glowering, gray clouds that caused the temperature to plummet. The drop in the temperature turned the first rain we've had in a month to a mixture of rain, sleet and hail. The rain began at 2 PM and continues as I write at 11 PM. April is only five months away!
Lucidity is another journal that has caught my eye recently. I'd also like to keep an eye on World Year, an international collaboration. Classes go well. We're almost finished for the year and I feel both that the end is coming too soon and that the Christmas break cannot come soon enough. I need to recharge! | |
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