Friday, October 30, 2009
Virginia Is For Lovers
St. Christopher's Academy was a beautiful school that was loaded with tradition. Edgar Allen Poe went there (hmmm ... maybe that's why Carnal said "Nevermore"). We taught there for two months and actually lived on campus. The teachers were the tweed type ... patches on the elbows ... hair close cropped ... always holding a pipe ... and those were just the females. There was an English professor who was about 65 and named something like Edward (definitely not Eddie). He nodded a lot but I don't remember him actually speaking.
Carnal had to stay an extra week to finish up her classes. She had made up her mind to go back home to Mississippi after finishing up. We had a few awkward goodbyes, and then I left for my next assignment ... Norfolk Academy.
I called Carnal to see how she was ... and a strange guy answered.
I asked, "Who's this?"
"Why it's Edward ... and you are?"
"More than a little surprised!"
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