44 Words for 365 People

Inspired by Fat Red Ant, who was inspired by Dan Waber, I am taking up the challenge to write about 365 memorable people whose paths have crossed mine. The form is 44 words, in honor of the number of years spent running into them.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

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365/365 Dorothy

One on the beach with sister and girlfriends; another boasting dressed-up sisters with violin and viola; one just married. My mantel photos ...

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

364/365 Kathie

The one who would come when parents were gone, the brick-haired beauty bearing games and projects, the gal who liked to sing “Sugar Town” an...

Monday, January 29, 2007

363/365 Another Dan

Imagine his face upon realizing that not only had Susan gotten him to the Sonoran Desert for his birthday, but that it was really my birt...

Sunday, January 28, 2007

362/365 Lars

Possibly everyone was a little in love with the guy who grew up growing roses. There was nurture in his nature—or was it the other way aroun...

Saturday, January 27, 2007

361/365 Another Dana

We took after-school French lessons together and became friends. She had a goody-goody demeanor, but surprised me by sneaking rum into Rocky...

Friday, January 26, 2007

360/365 A Fourth Mark

Junior year, my neighbor and I were the new kids. I bummed rides in his old blue Fiat (a choke on the dash). Good-looking and pissed off, h...

Thursday, January 25, 2007

359/365 Nvwa

We wanted to be the joy that he was, this Nigerian preacher whose voice alone could keep us tucked between the cupped palm of his hand and h...

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

358/365 Sheree

There’s something about Sheree. She greets people with gladness. She’s at once energized and serene. As one gets to know her, though, there ...

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

357/365 A Third Brian

In, like, sixth grade, his family went on a skiing vacation. This stunned me, as I (a) didn’t know I knew anyone who could ski and (b) hadn’...

Monday, January 22, 2007

356/365 April and Jan

Theirs was the first gay wedding I ever attended, at a West Virginia retreat. Kim and Linda married there too. Both couples broke up, which...

Sunday, January 21, 2007

355/365 A Fourth Tim

He called me Kemo ; I called him Tonto. He was my faithful co-counselor. There was flirtatious undercurrent. Later, at college, I must’ve do...

Saturday, January 20, 2007

354/365 Another Diana

She was my favoritest camper. In my mind’s eye, she’ll always be my gigglin’ 14-year-old tapioca-eating buddy. In the World of Now, though, ...

Friday, January 19, 2007

353/365 Allen

works hard to make the unaffordable affordable. First he gave me an interest-free loan. Then he offered payment-based discounts. Best of all...

Thursday, January 18, 2007

352/365 Annie

A champagne toast to Annie: A fellow lover of bubbly brut, who can be counted on to show up with a rogue bottle at book group; a woman who s...

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

351/365 Another Jon

The registrar-turned-curator acted as my personal docent during those early days of my museum job. No one since has both known and cared so ...

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

350/365 Another Greg and Another Cindy

They rode a tandem across the country (a bicycle built for two) They rode a tandem across the country (from northwest to southeast) They rod...

Monday, January 15, 2007

349/365 Daniela

She’s from Brescia , not far from Sergio . She’s the beautiful Italian woman down the street. She’s the ceramicist, mosaicist, artist, mothe...

Sunday, January 14, 2007

348/365 Another Brian

I wish you happiness, certainly, but when I open the newspaper and see you and your new wife and baby portraying the Holy Family, my heart a...

Saturday, January 13, 2007

347/365 Stuart

It’s like I’ve had my accountant bronzed. He’s moved past potential snowbird to full-time southern status, still spending some northerly wee...

Friday, January 12, 2007

346/365 A Third Kim

She’s basically got me in a hammerlock. It’s tough for anyone to really get under my scapula, even oiled up, as my neck/shoulder area tends ...

Thursday, January 11, 2007

345/365 Greg

My neighbor and I were born the same year in the same state, which makes me feel an immediate, if illogical, affinity. We might’ve been tigh...

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

344/365 A Fifth Chris

My favorite story about Chris is this: When Alison visited, he met her at the neighborhood subway. They’re so white, somebody asked if they ...

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

343/365 A Fourth Susan

An infinitely resourceful woman who can rise to any occasion, her rainy-day wedding was a great celebration. I had fabulous conversations wi...

Monday, January 08, 2007

342/365 Liban

Beautiful Mogadishu, scrawls an artist on t-shirts. NPR’s story sparks memory of Liban, yh ’s Somali lover and recipient of a love of my ow...

Sunday, January 07, 2007

341/365 Another Rich

Epiphany 2007, 9:30 a.m., Vermont. Sixty degrees. We meet on crisscross journeys to the post office. The weather’s weird, welcome, worrisome...

Saturday, January 06, 2007

340/365 A Fourth David

was my swimming-pool buddy during Nixon’s last hot, sweaty, nerve-racking months. I spent all summer wishing he (David) would kiss me alread...

Friday, January 05, 2007

339/365 Randall,

Tim ’s former-crush clone, works her own letterpress, champions a woman’s right to choose, once sent me to the family’s private spring creek...

Thursday, January 04, 2007

338/365 A Fourth Paul

We met repeatedly—but only—on the Dance Flurry floor. He had a mean swing, and his signature move was a full dip at swing’s end. Exhilarati...

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

337/365 Another Anna

is a songwriter for hire . She interviews clients, then takes their joy, their pain, their hopes, dreams, inspirations, disappointments, and...

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

336/365 Mary Kay

In high school, on certain topics, it is better to be silent than wrong. When she played CSNY’s “Woodstock” cover (recorded when we were 8is...

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