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A place of lively comfort

The train whistle is familiar but muted as we glide along the tracks in New England from Penn Station in New York to my family home in Vermont. I go for the last time to visit the house I grew up in. My parents are thinking of selling it and I am headed out of the country, so I want to see the walls that kept childhood memories intact for all my return visits my whole adult life, one last…

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American gypsy

The following class we picked up with the Indians at Thanksgiving theme.  Marcel was most attentive.  Asking me to describe Indians, the class was eager to have first hand information from a real Indian. I had done a great deal of thinking and preparation for this class trying to articulate the most accurate symbolism I could find, yet I had little understanding of the European hatred of the Roma people within their own society. Now, if I was to make…

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Cleveland goodbye

Sometimes when facing the unknown, it’s best to start out with a bad hangover. That’s not a rule I live by, but rather a situation I’ve found myself in many times before. My first flight overseas was on the tails of a party night out. Cleveland was good to us. No fights, no lost wallets, no tears. We made it back to the hotel in one piece with an extra 6-pack of beers we never drank since we all passed…

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