I woke up yesterday morning to a voice from the past: an old boyfriend from my grad school days at Syracuse in the early 1980s. Turns out he was doing a feature for NPR. I have to tell you it was very strange to hear him talking about Bosnian refugees in Utica, NY as I am gaining consciousness.
He spent many years working for NBC and apparently "retired" to a life of teaching college, in his hometown of Utica.
Somehow college teaching doesn't feel like retiring to me.
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