/ Teaching Years /
1967, July, my son got born. He and Hilary remained in Manhattan while I moved our furniture up to Waterville ME where I was to teach starting with the fall semester. I’d rented a little house, renovated, on Winter Street: idiot me, I was 29 years old, had never had a regular income, now I’m married, now we have a baby, a big dog, our car was a VW beetle. I’m about to start earning the pittance teachers are kept without respect by, my contract with Colby College was for one year, I’ll earn $8,000, and have to move all over again, get back to NY: and I have two motorcyles. My road bike, the YL1 Yamaha, 100 cc twin, adorable little thing, blue, was too cute for words. And I’d just bought a 100 cc Yamaha trail bike, bright yellow, tough as a tank, tons of torque (for a little thing) …
bk, all grown up with his own wife and kid, was just here for Christmas. On his way home he writes an email about keeping his flashlight in his pocket while walking in the dark, one sees better without the light. So I wrote him the following:
Maine Woods at night
bk got born, I was moving us into Waterville ME. I had my Yamaha 100
cc twin, adorable little thing, and a one lung bright yellow Yamaha
100 trail bike.
These days you can’t turn off an mc headlight, those days it was all
manual: if I turned the lights out the lights were out.
I’d spend the day setting up the house on Winter Street, then, at
What I saw was blotchy, but I could see, a little. I could see the
never forget it. just 15 mph or so was plenty adventurous.
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