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(At a riverside cabin 11 miles south of Black Mountain, NC - 11 June 2015:) Today I drove over to Asheville School, where I first arrived fifty-six years ago, almost to the day, and from which I departed several months later, never (I thought) to return. I'm glad I went back today, because it illuminated […]
1 Paradise Stumbling barefoot in the sand, rod and tackle box in hand, I followed my mother down the rows of the old Hamlin block to where the path emerged from the dusty shade of the orange trees into the bright sunshine by Lake Otis. "Watch your step," she said, "there's sandspurs in the weeds." […]
Once upon a time, I went flying model airplanes in a cornfield by the Connecticut River. It cost me $5K (in 1967 US$) and most of my respect for Lawn Ordure, but it was a good preparation for Berkeley in 1968. It started like this: I was a fresh graduate from College X in Hartford, […]