Later that same year I started seriously listening to music, joined the RCA Victor record club, became a budding record collector, and shortly thereafter totally hooked up with jazz. Nelson, I got turned on to Langston Hughes and picked up the pen. Taking pictures has stayed with me all my life, except now I do video as well as still photography. Conrad, my industrial arts teacher, taught me photography after school. Seventh grade at Frederick High was where Mr. First girl friends, sort of, not really but real enough at that time to seem like the truth. My middle school years at Rivers Frederick Junior High School had been a stupendously enjoyable coming-of-age time. My current amnesia notwithstanding-forty-some, almost fifty years later-the import and feeling of that particular afternoon remains fresh. Worse than that, I didn’t have a clue that this was the last of the typical teenage years.Īt the time, on that warm spring day in the park (if I remember it correctly-which I probably don’t, pretty sure I’ve got details wrong or missing-nevertheless) I know I was having a ton of fun. All my friends were going to another school and I of course wanted to go with them but couldn’t. I knew I was going to be sent to a high school I didn’t want to attend. My life was about to change, drastically, but at the time I knew it and didn’t know it. Emmarose and I were good friends, platonic, talked about everything with each other-she told me (was the first girl who ever talked to me about periods) how her menstruation affected her.
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