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An old friend of mine, now a retired English professor sent me this story he wrote, with this year's Christmas card. It's based on a true event, and I'm in it. Read it through and ignore the numbers in parentheses, then if you are curious go back and look for those places I've marked, to hear the true story, at least as I remember it.
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On that gray afternoon in 1972, dried oak leaves swirled outside my dormitory window. That was normal(1), for the Ohio State campus was filled with trees, whose leaves had been falling and dancing in the wind for weeks. Today though, winter had arrived in good measure, with a howling gale that blew hummocks of leaves high in the air. Looking from my Smith Hall dorm into a mirror image of the same room in Steeb Hall, Smith's identical twin next door,(2) I had trouble remembering that I was on the top floor and the leaves were boiling twelve stories above ground.( Read more... )
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On that gray afternoon in 1972, dried oak leaves swirled outside my dormitory window. That was normal(1), for the Ohio State campus was filled with trees, whose leaves had been falling and dancing in the wind for weeks. Today though, winter had arrived in good measure, with a howling gale that blew hummocks of leaves high in the air. Looking from my Smith Hall dorm into a mirror image of the same room in Steeb Hall, Smith's identical twin next door,(2) I had trouble remembering that I was on the top floor and the leaves were boiling twelve stories above ground.( Read more... )