Dear Jon,

No, I think YOU’RE brilliant!

I spent most of my years in high school following boys I liked & tried to imitate their walks. At the end, I got so good at imitating, I didn’t actually remember how it was I walked.

I was a Goonie (even before the movie), a tomboy & an Outsider, though nowhere near as cool as the one in the book. I had four friends, two of whom are still my friends. I had no guidance counselor. High school was merely to be survived, like a prison sentence. Thank gods I wasn’t shanked — we had as many people going to Ivy League colleges as to actual prison, & pregnant girls in the hallways weren’t uncommon.

Ah, the good old days… neither good nor old.

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.