Editor’s Note: I’m still looking for News and other items ABOUT classmates. Given gaps, though, I’m sharing stories, poems, essays, and other works FROM you. This one’s a Christmas-time adventure story. See also Michael’s memoir about 1965, 1966, 1967.
Back in the 1950’s, when I was a skinny little kid with a preternatural love of geography, I used to spend long half-hours staring at the maps of the world and imagining myself somewhere out there. … One of my favorite romantic places to imagine myself being was on the Pan American Highway, that thin red line on […]