Wednesday, May 11, 2016
1988 Revisited: Sweet as the Cherries of Memory
As it happens, yesterday was (give or take a day) the anniversary of the day in 1988, when my friend Charles and I set off on what would become an beautifully surreal and epic cross-country road trip to the East Coast. He had driven up from Oakland a few days earlier, right during my finals, and when they were over, we took off in his car, going up to Portland and then heading up the Gorge.
It was my first cross-country road trip, and in many ways it was everything one would want in such a voyage when one is 24 years old---a complex discovery of America for both of us that made deep impressions on us for the rest of our lives. I feel such gratitude at having gotten the chance to live that. I have nothing but the best memories of it all, and of the people I got to know back then.
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