08-24-2021, 08:22 PM
Thanks for pulling this back from wherever it was. I'm going to read your old stuff one of these days, starting at the beginning and going forward. I guess it will take many days, but I'm burning bright, at least for a few hours each morning. Then comes the rest of the day that I have to get through until the next bright morning.
The trumpet brought back a memory. Some kids (back when I was a kid too) from Princeton moved to Austin for one summer. One of them lived across the street from me in another run-down rent house. He played a saxophone in the middle of the night. One winter night his girlfriend came shrieking out into the street, calling hiim an animal. He followed her out, playing his sax. One of those moments from my good old days.
There were three of these Princeton kids. One, a woman named Theodora, worked with me at the library. Philip and I were both after her, but she was being physically faithful to number three whose name I forget. Physically but not spirtually faithful. Then they all went back to New Jersey or Pennsylvania. I got a letter from her a year or so later. She was in a hospital getting an abortion. I never answered her letter.
The trumpet brought back a memory. Some kids (back when I was a kid too) from Princeton moved to Austin for one summer. One of them lived across the street from me in another run-down rent house. He played a saxophone in the middle of the night. One winter night his girlfriend came shrieking out into the street, calling hiim an animal. He followed her out, playing his sax. One of those moments from my good old days.
There were three of these Princeton kids. One, a woman named Theodora, worked with me at the library. Philip and I were both after her, but she was being physically faithful to number three whose name I forget. Physically but not spirtually faithful. Then they all went back to New Jersey or Pennsylvania. I got a letter from her a year or so later. She was in a hospital getting an abortion. I never answered her letter.