Memory loss and letters from Minneapolis
There's a lot I don't remember about the transition from Buffalo to Minneapolis during the late spring of 1970. When did I pack up my belongings and head back to Warren? What did I do for the three weeks I lived at home? How did I get to Cleveland, from where Mike and I flew to Minneapolis? (Greyhound bus, I assume, as that was a common form of transportation for college students back then. It would be another year before I took up hitchhiking.) I also have no memory of my brother Larry wearing a graduation gown, or his attending either of the above events. A partial answer is found in the first letter, dated 6/13/1970, I wrote to my parents from my summer residence. Well here I am in Minneapolis. Mike and I left Tuesday instead of Wednesday. In other words, I boarded a plane, my first time flying, on the morning of Larry's graduation day. Not that I would have attended had I still been in Warren. With 441 graduates, ...
