Category: Memory
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The kids are being funny again
[The following rather peculiar typewritten document was evidently the response of my sisters, my brother and I to the eternal parental demand that we thank relatives for our Christmas presents. What it must have been like to preside over a household of four children… note especially the interesting salutations, which probably sounded almost normal in…
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aargh…
it ITCHES. Well, it did, anyway. After much rather frantic vacuuming, washing, and a happy improvement in the weather – now merely warm rather than hot – things are finally okay…. It started some years ago – must be about 1990/1991 – the summer that Steven was my roommate. It was after Paul P– moved…
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Night, heat, stasis, change
Last night remained hot – not very hot, but hot enough to reproduce that feeling of endless night, of I’ll-never-get-to-sleep, where faint noises (not traffic – something electrical? an air conditioner a block away?) and the pillow, which is only blessedly cool for a moment when you change to another part of it, create a…
Paul Attinello 