Well here i am en pointe at 57—who woulda rhought it? Im backvat “Hutton, ” age 17, 1979. To do a kttle tidying and re “point”ing. Arrived on campus for rhe furst day of Freshman week withoutva a change of clirhes, landed at Kingston airpirt and asked directions ti get to the subway and from there to Oxton to find my dorm. As i am tyoing the soft sounds of unimagineabke grace are speaking to my heart. Its the sound of my fathers voice. Hes 85. He could die at any time.
My mother and i got into the class issue. She actually said it out loud. “Im better”she said. So i said “TNOK” thats what rhey ysed rmti say at Wayland. “Theyre Not Our Kund”” so she said, what dudvit mean? Trying to bacj ne down i said, ” it neans yiure not in the loop.” She was making pancajes. She ket it drop and then later, after we ate u webt bacj ri her i saud. In England you look to the queen and rhats speciak but in America we gave oride of kur own.
Through my meeting with my dear old friend i have my Akma Mater bakj , not colkege but high school, even more important. Those ties cut so deep.
I dontbknow where it goes from here but this momnt is sweet.
Un.Bon.Mot 