Sunday Memories Unexpectedly Found In A Corner On 14th Street

Hadn't really been back at the Y on 14th Street since that time my new bikini top came off in the pool in front of the boy I had a crush on. 

I think I was 13 but it was so traumatic I didn't cross that threshold until I was in my thirties.   All the theater shows I had done, all the friends I had made, all the volunteering I had done through their volunteering office, all the babysitting jobs I had gotten from posting my name and number on their community bulletin board... left behind in the burning shame only a teenage girl could sear into herself, blaming herself for straps manufactured for different shoulders.

But time does heal some wounds and recent events necessitated me and the Mariner joining the Y for the many classes and wonderful gym and better hours and that pool where me and my very young titties had popped out so long ago.

There were delightful surprises when I returned to the scene of my youthful disaster and ensuing departure. Wonderful neighbors jumping around in dance class, being the youngest in yoga classes and a landscape of bodies where for only the second time in my life I fit in.

However, a little surprise I never could have imaged awaited me in the room where at 13 during some teenage theater show I had sung a heartfelt song about wanting to be wanted just the way I was. 

From the corner where I'd make my big entrance was a little sign making sure the little kids who attended my old grade school, so much younger than 13 for sure, knew where to hang their little coats and their over-packed knapsacks.

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Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving And Cuties-Patooties!!

There's a reason Friday's Child is now a part 

of Her New York, if only to say thank you.

Click Here to find out how Social Tees
LIKES SAVES LIVES!

KITTENS!!! 

KITTENS!!!! 

MORE KITTENS!!!!

WAIT!!! THERE ARE PUPPIES TOO!!!!!

Do you want to foster or adopt???!!!!

 It's easy.  All you have to do is fill out a form

WHAT'S FOSTERING, YOU WONDER?!

Fostering lasts a few weeks, and Social Tees can provide supplies if you need them.  Fostering is SUPER important because it's much healthier for our animals to be in homes than in cages, and it expands our shelter virtually.

AND for every cat and dog that is placed in a foster home, Social Tees can pull another out of the kill shelter. So if you are an animal-lover with commitment issues, FOSTER!!!

For more info on fostering, check out our FAQs here.

CONTACT SAMANTHA:samantha.socialtees@gmail.com

Social Tees
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003;
5-7pm Monday to Friday
12-4pm Saturday and Sunday at Petco at Union Square
212-614-9653;
socialteesnyc.org

AND NOW FOR SOME OUTSTANDING 

CATS AND DOGS UP FOR 

FOSTERING AND ADOPTION!

 GOLDEN BOY!!!

Awwwwww... Look at that face! This young Cocker Spaniel/Golden Retriever mix was recently found abandoned in Brooklyn.   He's very friendly and good with other dogs. He's working on his housebreaking skills and needs a little leash training. Fostering would last a few weeks.

 

THE NEW STAFF FAVORITE!!!!

Social Tees' report:  We knew instantly when we met her that Janet has the sweet golden soul of an angel. She's calm, quiet, and gratefully absorbs loving affection when you pet her. Back in the day, Janet was originally found as a tiny kitten in a junkyard on an island off the coast of Montauk and has been living as a single cat ever since. She has the silkiest, softest fur you can imagine and totally gorgeous, unique markings. Look at her stunning face! 

She was recently given up when her previous owners realized that their very young children were too much for her to handle -- they felt horrible that she no longer got the peace and quiet (and attention) that she so truly deserves, so Janet is bravely moving on to the next phase of her life where she'll find a new loving, restful home. Could you be Janet's soul mate?

Do you want to participate in 

Friday's Child?

Not everybody can bring an animal home.  Not everybody lives in New York.  That's why Social Tees just started an Amazon Wish List. It's easy, it's fast and you never have to risk any allergies or a plane trip when you click a button.

Or, if you do live in New York but still can't bring an animal home or don't have the time for a weekly commitment, why not do a drive for materials for Social Tees!?

Visit them at their MATERIAL DRIVE COLLECTION page and find out how easy it can be! 

And if you live in New York and are in the neighborhood, stop by the 5th Street Store front 5-7pm weekedays and the Petco adoption events weekends!

The Welcoming Passage To Dear Friends

photo: T. Krever

I hadn't noticed the loneliness that poured onto autumn streets from glass walls and transparent lobbies until we stumbled across this door. 

Suddenly I remembered decades of crackling old intercoms and weathered hallways I had skipped into, often when cooler weather brought earlier nights and friends waited with dinner and wine and warm talks.

**
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I would have had to wait half an hour for the next bus if the driver hadn't been daydreaming over his cigarette those extra three minutes.  But that feeling after hours of travel and sitting and waiting and sitting, where you were just desperate to get home, to get home and be home was why I ran with a heavy knapsack packed to the gills towards that bus while he was finishing his last couple drags.

First on, I got the shotgun seat and we began the loop around the airport.  I'm not sure how we got on the subject, there were so many we were covering - education, Brooklyn, Syria, Queens, would he be out of a job if people could beam up and down or if he'd get a job in the transporter room like Scotty, where we'd live if we weren't living in New York, if rich people got as unhappy as us, addiction, what about Hawaii and if I was delusional to think there wouldn't be that much traffic going into the city on a Sunday night - after all wasn't the weekend over and school and work just waiting around the corner?

But then he asked if it existed, this machine to the future, would I take it and if I did how far would I go?

I had to think.  I had to think of all the roads I had taken and if I would have taken them with such a raging willingness to leap with faith, learning an unshakeable trust and the knowledge of my own soul, if I knew all along it was going to be ok anyways.  Wasn't it that faith that was what the amazing part, not where I landed?  That spirit now carried me forward into too many unknowns that could, if I wasn't careful, crush me like a pissed off killer whale.

It made me remember a young intern at some law firm gig I was doing who reveled in playing computer solitaire until he found a way to have the computer play it for him and win.  Because it was always ensuring a winning future for him, I saw him wilt before my eyes.

Sometimes you just gotta not know and find yourself bursting with strength as you dive in.

No, I said.  I wouldn't go to the future.   I needed to learn every step that got me into that bus seat three minutes after it was supposed to leave ...

... and then behold on the horizon home rose up in living color.

Sunday Memories And Living Rembrances Of The Flower Stall And Cornell Edwards

A couple of people told Bill Cornell would have been annoyed at all the fuss being about him.

But fuss everyone did.



 From the neighborhood and block association....



...to the Harlem's African Mother Episcopal Zion Mother Church



 From the Seneca Falls Project....

....to our East Village representative...

...and those who represent.

Stories were told of Cornell stopping the kids on the block asking them what they had learned in school that day, and Bill read a letter Cornell wrote 18 years ago to the police department because they harassed a young kid from the block for looking at a car while African-American.

Friends gathered, eyes filled and everyone called forth Cornell's spirit with the word "Gentle".

And then it floated all the way up...

All photos by T. Krever

***

The Flower Stall Series

Cornell Edwards and the Flower Stall - Mother's Day Then

Cornell Edwards and The Flower Stall - It Takes A City To Build A Village

What's In A Name? If It's Cornell Edwards Way, Quite A Bit: Part One

What's In A Name? If It's Cornell Edwards Way, Quite A Bit: Part Two

What's In A Name? If It's Cornell Edwards Way, Quite A Bit: Part Three

What's In A Name? Well, Just About Everything!

Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving And That's Why Home Is Wonderful

There's a reason Friday's Child is now a part 

of Her New York, if only to say thank you.

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ONE BIG (NEWLY EXPANDED) HAPPY FAMILY!!

Wendy and Peter (named by the 6-year-old --awesome choice!) are two munchkins recently adopted by a kickass family near Social Tees on 5th Street in New York City. 

Mom says, "We are so glad we got them as a pair. They adjusted to their new home immediately and are very happy and confident little kittens. Luckily, they came to us with an instant trust and love of people, so they are a joy to be around. They have also adjusted well to our one adult cat and dog."

 ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL HOMECOMING!!!

Russel had been from shelter to shelter, and foster home to foster home.  

And this pet owner had just lost her first dog, a rescued chihuahua named Duke who had died in her arms this summer. He had a heart murmur and his heart failed.  She was heartbroken and it took several months to mourn. 

"And yet," she wrote Social Tees, "time seems to heal even the deepest wounds."  Seeking a new friend that would be quirky and sweet like her little Duke, but with his own flare and personality. she came upon Russel's photos online and read his story, and her heart melted. She and her boyfriend were determined to give him a forever home. 

"Although Russel did not warm up to me right away, I knew it was just because he was scared and angry that he was getting uprooted once again. But it did not take long for him to realize how much we care, and now he is so happy. He's loving and playful and everything a dog owner could ever want! Thank you Social Tees Animal Rescue for helping me find the perfect little guy to brighten my life and help me heal!"  

THE GOLDIE REPORT!

As Goldie continues to get stronger and healthier every day, moments of brief detente unfold.

However, the road to peace is filled with ups and downs, with negotiations on Jupiter's domination and cornering activities still contentious issues.  Some successful bopping on the head by Goldie, however, has brought peace talks to possible new ground. 

Do you want to participate in 

Friday's Child?

Not everybody can bring an animal home.  Not everybody lives in New York.  That's why Social Tees just started an Amazon Wish List. It's easy, it's fast and you never have to risk any allergies or a plane trip when you click a button.

Or, if you do live in New York but still can't bring an animal home or don't have the time for a weekly commitment, why not do a drive for materials for Social Tees!?

Visit them at their MATERIAL DRIVE COLLECTION page and find out how easy it can be! 

And if you live in New York and are in the neighborhood, stop by the 5th Street Store front 5-7pm weekedays and the Petco adoption events weekends!

Do you want to foster or adopt???!!!!

 It's easy.  All you have to do is fill out a form

BILLIE HOLIDAY NEEDS A HOME!!! 

Meet Billie Holiday, the friendliest little pittie in town.  She's two years old, 55 pounds, and full of loving wiggles. Sadly, her current owner has become ill and unable to care for her any longer. Billie is housebroken, great with other dogs, and super nice to everyone she meets -- including kids! She needs a bit of leash training and some exercise, and she would make a wonderful jogging partner.

WHAT'S FOSTERING, YOU WONDER?!

Fostering lasts a few weeks, and Social Tees can provide supplies if you need them.  Fostering is SUPER important because it's much healthier for our animals to be in homes than in cages, and it expands our shelter virtually.

AND for every cat and dog that is placed in a foster home, Social Tees can pull another out of the kill shelter. So if you are an animal-lover with commitment issues, FOSTER!!!

For more info on fostering, check out our FAQs here.
CONTACT SAMANTHA:samantha.socialtees@gmail.com

Social Tees
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003;
5-7pm Monday to Friday
12-4pm Saturday and Sunday at Petco at Union Square
212-614-9653;
socialteesnyc.org

Payback, New York Style

We were meandering.  We had from the very beginning, two years and one month ago, with many long walks that lasted a dozen hours easy.  So this day, two years and one month later, was no different.

We were at the end of this particular meander.  I picked University to walk up.  It would lead us closer to that warehouse sale promising expensive sneakers priced down to our meager budget.  And besides, it was prettier and less crowded than the other streets.

University was full of many memories, but as stores and bars and clubs melted into newer, richer people's idea of fun, what I remembered was becoming vague fog. 

Except for the corner of 10th Street where for a couple of rich years I got to work with a great healer.

That was eleven years ago.  And, after his funeral, I never once glimpsed his wife on the street.  So I assumed she moved away from emptiness that happens when your comrade dies.

Yet suddenly there she was.  Eleven years later, looking as beautiful as ever. 

And apparently looking for a cab for her son-in-law on his way to the airport.

We hadn't met until the funeral.  We hadn't spoke since.  But I knew her face immediately.  Their love story, unbeknownst to me until I heard his eulogy, was what kept me listening to hope that I too would meet my comrade, no matter what age I was. 

All the cabs were busy or wouldn't go out to Queens before the shift changed, even with a bribe of double the fare. 

How do you repay someone whose love guided absurd risks that led to your happiness?

You call Delancy Car Service and wave down the very nice Lincoln Town sedan that actually did show up in "five minutes! five minutes!"

That's how.

**

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Amidst the new glass buildings touting history they never had and the reformed old factory buildings offering luxury lofts and the illusion those architectural details had been forged over generations by a family's art, some New York still thrived on Chambers Street. 

And we were hungry.

We asked the Trilogy Photo guy where to go.  He pointed to the Chinese place across the street.

"Are they good?" we asked.

 

"Nobody complains about them," he said.

At $4.99 a pound buffet (3.99 after 2:30) the lunch buffet was the perfect chance to sit down in still familiar settings and indulge in a banquet of many delights.

Finishing up the Mariner said, "Even if the food were poisoned, no one would complained about the meal."

I was just glad to be in glass that was affordable.

Sunday Memories: Before The Gates Closed

This hall was where Abraham Lincoln and Barack Obama spoke and the labor movement gathered to organized workers on the lower east side.

And this hall was where one late afternoon we offered remembrance for the dead and requests to begin the year as a newborn.  Unburdened by habits once practical, now outgrown, we could look up to the gates to heaven and before they closed for another year call out an artist's prayer.

Let me hear You, when I hear my spirit roaring in prayer.  

May I sing because I love, 

not afraid to waste my sweetness upon the void 

but reflecting in my soul's flight 

the Universal God who sings through me.

A new year, a new year, l'shana tova, a new year.

Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving And On The Mend

There's a reason Friday's Child is now a part 

of Her New York, if only to say thank you.

Click Here to find out how Social Tees
LIKES SAVES LIVES!

Goldie sleeps with the dolly and the little teddy bear Joni gave me when my cousin, Martha died.  She is safe here in this corner from Jupiter insisting on being ... well... Jupiter.  She is also finally safe enough to rest from the exhaustion and weariness that happens when someone tosses an animal, no longer wanted, into backyards and onto street corners.   And she is safe enough to rest from being neutered right before those kittens were ready to be born.  Mending takes times and Goldie is now safe enough to take it.

Meanwhile kittens and puppies abound, all waiting for their own little corner to rest in and sure, every picture posted makes you want to turn your home into a haven for every single abandoned animal.

Snoopy - adorable, angelic, shy, needs exercise and a loving home!

But wait!  You don't have to become an animal hoarder.  There are so many other wonderful ways to help.

Do you want to participate in 

Friday's Child?  

Not everybody can bring an animal home.  Not everybody lives in New York.  That's why Social Tees just started an Amazon Wish List. It's easy, it's fast and you never have to risk any allergies or a plane trip when you click a button.

And if you live in New York and are in the neighborhood, stop by the 5th Street Store front 5-7pm weekedays and the Petco adoption events weekends!

Do you want to foster or adopt???!!!!

 It's easy.  All you have to do is fill out a form. 

WHAT'S FOSTERING, YOU WONDER?!

Fostering lasts a few weeks, and Social Tees can provide supplies if you need them.  Fostering is SUPER important because it's much healthier for our animals to be in homes than in cages, and it expands our shelter virtually.

AND for every cat and dog that is placed in a foster home, Social Tees can pull another out of the kill shelter. So if you are an animal-lover with commitment issues, FOSTER!!!

For more info on fostering, check out our FAQs here.
CONTACT SAMANTHA:samantha.socialtees@gmail.com

Social Tees
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003;
5-7pm Monday to Friday
12-4pm Saturday and Sunday at Petco at Union Square
212-614-9653;
socialteesnyc.org

"May God Remember" this Sunday Memory Of A New York And A New Year

Soon it will be time to end and begin again...

...remembering that a sin is only an arrow that missed its mark and asking not to be forgiven, as a rabbi friend pointed out, but to be pardoned.  The debt of the misdeed released, the debtor, set free, stepping into the new year unburdened.  

And in these days of awe, it will be time to do Yiskor.  Asking for pardon, I will remember that night.

**

Originally posted September 12, 2010:

I came of age the day I lied to my mother. I was 50 and holding her hand. She was 84 and dying. It was Rosh Hoshanah

Her bones were trying to suck in dark bedroom air. I pleaded “Let me take you to the doctor…”

Her next to last words, “No.”

Pulling out wishes from years ago ‘save me unless I’m really dead,’ pleading again “you are in such distress…” and then my lie, “I promise you I’ll bring you home after. I promise you you’ll come home…”

Her last words, “OK.”

Other than the ER doctors telling me to wake my sister in Brooklyn NOW tell her to come to the hospital NOW, holding my mother’s hand was like any other 3:00 a.m. medical emergency, only this time she wasn’t fighting, singing, charming and admonishing me about how it was all my fault.

She did not come home. She died where she didn’t want to die. But she did not die in pain or fear or loneliness. She did not die in a bedroom made with decades of misery and disappointment.

Because I lied, she died holding my hand while my sister and I talked like machine guns about something else in our mother’s life we didn’t understand, which is just about everything. No longer the child who had failed her, I stepped into morning air with knowledge only gotten from absolute endings, and became a woman who survived a decision.

Light Seeking An End To The Tunnel

In the middle of red and blue and yellow delighting in one another, two pillars of white appeared. 

Sunday Memories: Shopping At The Mall

Either in church or school or synagogue basements or auditoriums, or even sometimes on the street, closed to traffic, that's where we got almost everything we got, except for the stuff we got left carefully by stoops and lampposts, which was the universal sign of "Up For Grabs!" and the rare purchases from Macy's.

So today, St. Marks' Church once-a-year street fair unfolded all the neighborhood's treasures up for sale, a bunch of clothes for free from a table closing up five minutes before the fair ended, a much needed lamp shade for $5 and the joy of staring at the "Trigger Happy Polka" lady.

**
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Goldie (formerly known as JoJo)

She was found on 4th Street.  A little cat, tiny really, young maybe eight-nine months old.  And pregnant.

Animal Control picked her up.  All the unborn kittens were taken out and she was neutered.  That was one way of dealing with the too many cats and kittens that lived short, hard lives on the streets and the many more cats and kittens that lived in shelters, being officially killed when adopting got too sparse and the shelters got too crowded.

Social Tees took her and put her on their adoption list, describing her as low-keyed and delicate, great with other cats.  And she was.  Stuck in a tiny box with another cat she slept, she ate, she slept again.  Scooping her up, she nestled in but there was a sense of loss and exhaustion but that also could have been me.

The idea of another cat had been on both our minds.  We had each other.  But Jupiter only had me until October when the big fall gig started up again.  Goldie seemed perfect.

The minute she stepped out of her carrier, this little girl came alive.   Adorable and curious, affectionate and sweet, she has been bouncing and cuddling ever since.

And on the other side of the door, temporarily exiled from his office, Jupiter waits.

On such a day of new beginnings and long-ago endings there is hope in a tiny golden cat.

Do you want to participate in Friday's Child?  

Not everybody can bring an animal home.  Not everybody lives in New York.  That's why Social Tees just started an Amazon Wish List. It's easy, it's fast and you never have to risk any allergies or a plane trip when you click a button.

And if you live in New York and are in the neighborhood, stop by the 5th Street Store front 5-7pm weekedays and the Petco adoption events weekends!

Do you want to foster or adopt???!!!!

 It's easy.  All you have to do is fill out a form. 

WHAT'S FOSTERING, YOU WONDER?!

Fostering lasts a few weeks, and Social Tees can provide supplies if you need them.  Fostering is SUPER important because it's much healthier for our animals to be in homes than in cages, and it expands our shelter virtually.

AND for every cat and dog that is placed in a foster home, Social Tees can pull another out of the kill shelter. So if you are an animal-lover with commitment issues, FOSTER!!!

For more info on fostering, check out our FAQs here.
CONTACT SAMANTHA:samantha.socialtees@gmail.com

Social Tees
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003;
5-7pm Monday to Friday
12-4pm Saturday and Sunday at Petco at Union Square
212-614-9653;
socialteesnyc.org

In Memoriam As The New Year Begins: In Lieu Of Flowers...

In Lieu of Flowers... was originally posted on October 1, 2008 as an obituary for Florence who had died the previous morning on Rosh Hoshanah. Since Rosh Hoshanah appears in the English calendar differently each year, she in death has become as unpredictable as she was in life. Wouldn't have it any other way.

In Lieu of Flowers...



Tell the truth.

Tell yourself the truth.

Don't let your bullshit compromise either of the above.

Don't lie. Unless you're drunk. Then really don't lie.

Don't steal.

Accept hand-me-downs.

Look fabulous in your own clothes. They may have started out as hand-me-downs but they're yours now. Proudly recount their lineage. Never feel ashamed about that.

Never take a taxi.

Walk everywhere.

Don't wear a coat in winter.

Carry your own weight to the point of pathology. Better to err on independence than not.

Refuse to lose at the hands of cowardliness, mediocrity, stupidity, and the need to blend in.

Suffer aloneness at the risk of fitting in with any of the above.

Refuse to feel fear. If you do, ignore it and keep going. Just like Florence did that night during a World War II blackout under the Manhattan Bridge by the movie theater (now a Chinese market).

Always put your work first.
Always do your work.
Always put your work first.
Always do your work.

Rage against the Machine. Even when it looks like it's related to you.

Risk being laughed at by morons when you do something no one else is doing. Just like when Florence put on those roller skates in 1972 and skated up and down Grand Street and all those people laughed at her and then a couple of years every one had disco skates.

Start your entire life over at 60 like you were a 14 year old. Because on some level, you still are.

Fight back just like Florence did all the times someone mugged her or tried to mug her during the 1970's.

Don't EVER quit.

Know that that beer, that sandwich, those shoes, that jacket, those pants, that avenue, that movie house, that proper grammar, that street, that bar, that woman, that dance, that etude, that sonata, that scale, that subway, that bus, that hotdog, that boardwalk, that beach, that ocean is Your New York.

It Was Hers.

**

L'Shana Tova to all those of you so kind to take out time from your lives to visit Her New York.  May peace fill all our hearts, our homes, our neighborhoods, our cities, our countries and thus the world as the new year unfolds.

The Precipice

Florence's fire escape

In early days, before Florence leaned out this window to guide me across Columbia, there was a man who came to polish the floors in my parents' attempt to keep the house splinter free.

Sam.  He was a vet, of what I don't know except that he came from the Bowery and when he came, he ruled until he left behind a house spic and span and floors that were walkable.

One day, I was little, like four or five, I came home to pee.  That's what I did when I had to pee. Go home.  The bathrooms in the park across the street weren't always open and when they were the bathroom lady yelled a lot.  

But Sam had just finished polishing the floors, including the floor that started at the front door and traveled all the way to the bathroom.  And he wasn't having anyone, including a desperate little girl, disturb the results of his efforts. 

Despite being terrified of heights, Florence walked across the fire escape and knocked on Mrs. Harlick's window.

I don't remember the order of things, but even after successfully coaxing me into her apartment, I refused to use their bathroom.  And even with my mother teetering on the fire escape, I refused to step out over Columbia Street and inch my way back into familiar walls.   Instead, I returned to the stairwell and sat and waited until Sam decreed it was ok to open the door.

Looking at that fire escape recently, exactly the same as it had been 50 years ago, all I could wonder was what hell was she thinking?  Except that her kid needed to pee and though she didn't have it in her to tell Sam to fuck off, she did have it in her to step onto the precipice.

**

ADDENDUM:  FROM MY SISTER LOUISE:   I believe Sam had been a sailor, that is, worked on a ship.  He was tall and thin.  He had white hair and a red face.  I guess he was an alcoholic.  I think F used to give him beer.  (It was customary to give moving men alcohol as well.  Weird.)  I don't remember if he came once a week or every other week.  "Cleaning man" was the standard phrase I knew and it was only much later that I found out that everyone else had a "cleaning lady." 

Sunday Memories Of Love's Labours Lost: Walking the Walk, Walking The Talk

Labor Day for us was just another day where instruments were picked up and scales were practiced.  Being an artist, who could work every day, regardless of its significance, required unique union rules and special job descriptions.

Originally posted October 23, 2008



the only shoes she wore, the contract I found in her papers.

"Self Contract Feb 22 - Feb 29 Mid 1988


From this day forth I choose to do the following.

1. Every AM I will push the blue bedroom chair into the middle of the room and push it back at the the time I go to work

2. Every PM at bedtime - I will turn on ALL the lights of the house; then turn them all off.

3. I will look through one pile of music or drawer of music every day.

4. Every day I will read several pages of my high school diary.

5. Do A.C.T. in AM

This is an irrevocable agreement which I make with myself.

Florence D. Moed
4.47 PM Feb 21-88"