Well, fuck-me-in-the-neck as my fellow student, circa 1983, Bob Picklesimer used to say. The phrase stays with me!
I have been getting rid of stuff for the last couple of years...academic journals, old textbooks, videotapes, vinyl -- and I ran across a box of letters and grade-books. SIXTY YEAR OLD GRADE-BOOKS! Fuck-me-in-the-neck. The man never threw away a fucking piece of paper.
So yesterday I decided that the boxes of old class notes had to go. I'd only transferred these notes from cardboard boxes to plastic boxes six years ago. I carried each box up from the basement to the recycle bin in the garage. I didn't want to even accidentally run into Will to explain to him that I was throwing out his old class notes. These were teaching notes AND notes from classes that he TOOK in the 1950s. Wow. I used to throw my class notes into wastepaper baskets on my way out of my classrooms. Very insulting. But, I mean, whew!
So, I've been trying to track down the woman with whom he was having this relationship. Of course I have. I know so little of who he was when he wasn't with me. He kept his life and relationships private, though as I read I began to remember what he had told me about this woman.
Am I reading these letters to him? Of course. I'm curious. He isn't going to be hurt by my reading these and I will get a deeper understanding of him through the eyes of this other woman.
But right now, I'm looking for her on the web! Of course I am! I'm a 21st Century Fox -- I know how to track someone. I see that she and her husband got divorced in July, 1973. Will and I got married in August, 1973.
I wonder what happened to her? Should I send an email to her ex (who still resides in Washington and is about Will's age)? I'm just so fucking curious and I have no idea what her maiden name is and today, once I do my homework for my class tonight, I'm going to read the rest of those letters.
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