August 31, 1989

Robert just called from a pay phone on Elm St. He’s At Yale. In New Haven. Wow… For some reason that phone call drove it home. I wish I were just starting Yale. Or even better, that we were both starting Yale together.

It was eight years ago that I did what Robert’s doing. Makes me feel old.

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