Pancakes & Strawberries;
Kittens
& Dogs & Young Children
in Bathing Suits at Beach
or Pool.
7/7/77: You, me & Liz were up
on Cape
Cod staying
at the Barry’s
cottage. We’d spent a day at Hershey
Park, a night with the Barry’s in New
Hope—scooted over to Buckingham
Friends School and played tether ball,
At the
shore we made a VW in the
sand. Later, got
you some shoes
and went to see “The Deep”
at a
drive in. Mom was in Durham,
taking care of Grandma Clark.
Drove the
black and white Valiant.
This
morning I got up showered &
dressed at 4—thinking
it was 5.
Ob la dee ob la da. Life goes
on.
Do you
remember going to Fiddler’s
Grove & camping out? Davidson River
—with Tommy, camping
out? Bee Tree
–with Mom and
Liz, camping out?
Mt. Mitchell with Moshers,
camping out?
Dirt track in Minnesota? Asheville Speed-
way? Lime Rock with
Paul Newman?
3 years
later, sitting in Duke library
reading George
Steiner’s “After Babel”
—dread. Panic. When I
got out of the
hospital this time I was agoraphobic:
hated outside. Sunshine.
10 years
earlier, reading “Self Reliance”
to a class at N.C. State.
I began to cry.
Wept thru the hour.
Six
months later, a shot of thorazine
left
me speechless
for 3 days—unable to
talk. I had been
walking on water, so to
speak. As it were.
Walking
but no talking. I became a
chairman,
a dean: I flew to conferences
in airplanes
to give speeches, hire and
fire, chair faculty
meetings, host
accrediting
and funding agencies.
Professional.
Words worth
1.000 pictures.
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