Harvey wants to read about this. I am afraid he has my sense of humour.Sure?EditIn high school, I dated a woman a year behind me named Linda Lyu. Think Hannibal Lecter looking like Lucy Liu. Linda, who, when she later went to Wellesly, insisted on being called Ashley, made most Korean women look like Little Bo-Peep.I was a senior. My Physics teacher told one of the other students that I was the best example that year of Senioritis. My early admission to Lust for Life, Zest for Living had been approved in December. I was reeling from the loss of my mother just a year earlier, and I milked the pity. My soon-to-be second mother, Amy, was living with our family.We had several cars. Amy brought her own car, a 1976 Mustang II V8, which she let me drive. My dad had a Volvo Sports coupe which I could frequently drive. I marvel at the kindness of a man who would buy a new sunroofed, racing striped, jacked up Volvo the same year his eldest son turned 16 and got his drivers license. There was the Chrylser station wagon, purportedly the largest mass produced passenger vehicle to date. An Olds Delta 88 convertible coupe. At one point, when my dad withheld my car privileges, I bought a Gremlin and parked it at a nearby apartment complex so he wouldn't know. My sisters would take a car to school at times, but they now had their own, newer cars, and I had a choice to make in the driveway.More than once, I would arrive home on a school night at two or three AM, go to sleep and be up at six or seven to go to school. After a few of these late night arrivals, my folks chained the door so my key was not going to get me in. I broke into the high school and went to sleep in the Student Council office, which I had a key to because I was school Vice-President. When I showed at home for breakfast the next morning, Amy was not pleased.Summer finally rolled around, and I had managed to graduate. I was working two jobs, one as a day camp counselor at French Road Middle School and another at Pizza Hut. I worked 70 or 80 hours most weeks. I had a car, without which Linda would have said 'Steve who?'I lived on the third floor, and had my own bathroom. My parents weren't home, and Linda and I qucikly disrobed and were in the shower when I heard a stern rap on the door. Brad said, "Steven, is Linda in there with you?" Linda's Dodge Dart was parked outside. I replied, "No, she's swimming at Courtney's." My dad walked away. I got out of the shower and scoped the house for my parents. For reasons I might now attribute to Harvey, I neglected to look in the master bedroom. Amy was hiding in there and when I didn't discover her, I tried to sneak Linda downstairs. As I walked Linda to her car, Amy yelled down from my parents's window. "Get your things and get out". I am still amazed my parents waited as long as they did to kick me out. I would be 18 in a month or so.Linda was less than enamored with my lack of time to spend with her. She gave me an ultimatum, cut your hours at work and spend more time with me or.... I was living with one of the families of an assistant manager at Pizza Hut. I was undecided about school. My parents had moved to Florida. One of my dad's teachers at the Rochester Dental Assistants School was supervising my vehicle use, and I'd had my last car taken away. Linda had bigger and better fields to sow.Linda's parents, a father from North Korea and a mother from South Korea, were both chemists at Xerox. Linda, and her sister Grace, are intelligent. Xerox was headquartered in Rochester until the race riots. Rochester was the self-acclaimed "Imaging Capital of the World". Xerox is now headquarted in Connecticut, which, incoincidentally, is where I went to law school. Also, Xerox PARC is famous, some might claim infamous, for throwing my uncle a bone. Many think that was unplanned.Eastman Kodak, the leading consumer technology company in the world at the time this anecdote occurred, was and is headquartered in Rochester. Valid criticism is made of George Eastman's racist agenda. Nonetheless, at least Kodak didn't bail. Then again, it's not as if I was able to stomach one of the cloudiest places in America either.senior promSure?EditThe last time Linda and I were friendly was on the floor of her parents bedroom, near the side table nearest the door. She thought doing it on her parents's bed would be imprudent. Such good Korean common sense. We were in the midst when Linda, or should I say, Ashley, claimed she had enjoyed The Big O and I could leave. I protested that there had been no happy ending for me, and she was not impressed.Sure?EditHarvard summer school 1981Sure?EditSenior banquet with Rick ShalagaterSure?Edit no commentSure?Editpond next to Lake Biwa ~ 平成十二年
Kusatsu, Shiga
Japan 525-0007
35.06516° N, 135.93564° E
In high school, I dated a woman a year behind me named Linda Lyu. Think Hannibal Lecter looking like Lucy Liu. Linda, who, when she later went to Wellesly, insisted on being called Ashley, made most Korean women look like Little Bo-Peep.
I was a senior. My Physics teacher told one of the other students that I was the best example that year of Senioritis. My early admission to Lust for Life, Zest for Living had been approved in December. I was reeling from the loss of my mother just a year earlier, and I milked the pity. My soon-to-be second mother, Amy, was living with our family.
We had several cars. Amy brought her own car, a 1976 Mustang II V8, which she let me drive. My dad had a Volvo Sports coupe which I could frequently drive. I marvel at the kindness of a man who would buy a new sunroofed, racing striped, jacked up Volvo the same year his eldest son turned 16 and got his drivers license. There was the Chrylser station wagon, purportedly the largest mass produced passenger vehicle to date. An Olds Delta 88 convertible coupe. At one point, when my dad withheld my car privileges, I bought a Gremlin and parked it at a nearby apartment complex so he wouldn't know. My sisters would take a car to school at times, but they now had their own, newer cars, and I had a choice to make in the driveway.
More than once, I would arrive home on a school night at two or three AM, go to sleep and be up at six or seven to go to school. After a few of these late night arrivals, my folks chained the door so my key was not going to get me in. I broke into the high school and went to sleep in the Student Council office, which I had a key to because I was school Vice-President. When I showed at home for breakfast the next morning, Amy was not pleased.
Summer finally rolled around, and I had managed to graduate. I was working two jobs, one as a day camp counselor at French Road Middle School and another at Pizza Hut. I worked 70 or 80 hours most weeks. I had a car, without which Linda would have said 'Steve who?'
I lived on the third floor, and had my own bathroom. My parents weren't home, and Linda and I qucikly disrobed and were in the shower when I heard a stern rap on the door. Brad said, "Steven, is Linda in there with you?" Linda's Dodge Dart was parked outside. I replied, "No, she's swimming at Courtney's." My dad walked away.
I got out of the shower and scoped the house for my parents. For reasons I might now attribute to Harvey, I neglected to look in the master bedroom. Amy was hiding in there and when I didn't discover her, I tried to sneak Linda downstairs. As I walked Linda to her car, Amy yelled down from my parents's window. "Get your things and get out". I am still amazed my parents waited as long as they did to kick me out. I would be 18 in a month or so.
Linda was less than enamored with my lack of time to spend with her. She gave me an ultimatum, cut your hours at work and spend more time with me or.... I was living with one of the families of an assistant manager at Pizza Hut. I was undecided about school. My parents had moved to Florida. One of my dad's teachers at the Rochester Dental Assistants School was supervising my vehicle use, and I'd had my last car taken away. Linda had bigger and better fields to sow.
Linda's parents, a father from North Korea and a mother from South Korea, were both chemists at Xerox. Linda, and her sister Grace, are intelligent. Xerox was headquartered in Rochester until the race riots. Rochester was the self-acclaimed "Imaging Capital of the World". Xerox is now headquarted in Connecticut, which, incoincidentally, is where I went to law school. Also, Xerox PARC is famous, some might claim infamous, for throwing my uncle a bone. Many think that was unplanned.
Eastman Kodak, the leading consumer technology company in the world at the time this anecdote occurred, was and is headquartered in Rochester. Valid criticism is made of George Eastman's racist agenda. Nonetheless, at least Kodak didn't bail. Then again, it's not as if I was able to stomach one of the cloudiest places in America either.
senior prom
The last time Linda and I were friendly was on the floor of her parents bedroom, near the side table nearest the door. She thought doing it on her parents's bed would be imprudent. Such good Korean common sense. We were in the midst when Linda, or should I say, Ashley, claimed she had enjoyed The Big O and I could leave. I protested that there had been no happy ending for me, and she was not impressed.
Harvard summer school 1981
Senior banquet with Rick Shalagater
no comment
pond next to Lake Biwa ~ 平成十二年
Kusatsu, Shiga
Japan 525-0007
35.06516° N, 135.93564° E
