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  •  There are two people I miss sporadically, which (11+ / 0-)

    is how I was in touch with them.

    One was a former professor - we couldn't have written each other more than twice a year, tops.  I still remember the loss I felt on his death, of no longer being able to anticipate receiving those occaisional missives.  They were usually long and very interesting, not the token contact I have had with other former faculty.

    I had a roommate who moved out to SF in 1980; my friend to become an openly gay minister and his partner, an MD, to work on the "gay plague" that had recently been identified.  My friend died of AIDS in the early days of the epidemic.  I still remember crying on the phone when a mutual friend gave me the news, just weeks before I was planning to get together with him while visiting near where he lived.  He would have been so happy to be able to perform same sex marriages.

    Memories . . .

    Please, call me "Loris."

    by s l o w loris on Mon Jul 01, 2013 at 06:22:14 PM PDT

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