library, a few....

hours later--I assume Kristen has gotten off okay, just wanted to make a statement about Baltimore. With a little time on my hands, went to googlemaps, and looked at several streets in northwest Baltimore. That was the way the Jewish kids who became my friends at Hopkins referred to the area where they lived. In a moment I could feel it all again---the excitement, the sense that on those very streets, I might find someone to
care about. As I look, time disappearsI am seventeen again, a freshman at Hopkins and I still hunger for some seventeen or eighteen year old senior at
Forest Park, or Western, to be involved with.  The memories, the feelings are so real. At times feel assaulted by memories---as I did today, when I remember something Joan said to me in April of 65. Seemed like I could actually hear her voice saying it. These moments usually happen when I am alone. Not much more to say about it.