Is This Crazy…..Let’s talk,
Many years ago, when I was a student at Kendall, there was another new student I’ll call him Wren. However his real name wasn’t nearly that cool. But he thought he was and actually so did I. He was much older than I. At least 22 to my 18 and therefore much more sophisticated. He had a kind of elegance about him he smoked constantly and had a very European (I had never been to New York let alone Europe) air about him. He stood differently than the rest of us a bit straighter a bit more posed…I should have known… I think he wore V neck sweaters under a brown suede jacket. He laughed loudly and often, a kind of Ha Ha nervous fake laugh .But none the less I really liked him and wanted to know him. There was a kind of attraction that I guess I didn’t quite know what to with at the time. He lived quite far out and I don’t believe I was ever at his house. No one really knew anything about him.
One day it snowed 3 feet and he showed up at my door. Hell I don’t know how, it must have taken him hours to get there. But there he was, we trudged through the snow with out boots to a friend’s house and smoked and drank the day away. We all did that kind of thing when ever we could. He talked about a girl friend no one ever saw her let alone met . I think this kind of added to the mystery: the glamour not Carey Grant glamour, Ya Carey Grant not Randolph Scott defiantly not Scott…he was to polished to pull that off. Elise thought him weird, she said he was weird but still I found him fascinating. So one day he just vanishes.
We never knew what happened to him. Elise and I talked about him occasionally but no one seemed to know where he was. I have often wondered about him just like I have other people that I have known. THEN after 40 years, Elise calls me and screams you’ll never believe this and reads a newspaper article that names him and where he is…Of course we are as excited as teenagers to find our long lost Whren. Thinking he some how stayed 22 and is rich, famous and has a new brown suede jacket. Probably TOM FORD. Although why had we not read about him until now. So, we call him up BUT can’t find him. But do we give up? HELL NO not us. We can’t just forget after getting this close. We continue to call and even find who we think is maybe him on FB. No reply but on we go …And then! I call one more time. He answers Because I called from my partners phone and he doesn’t recognize the name, he answers. I say hello, It’s Jak, he tells me I am mistaken it isn’t him. Then I tell him I recognize his voice and he agrees it’s him, and pretty much hangs up on me …IS THIS CRAZY?… He simply didn’t want to talk to me. After forty years he didn’t care one little bit about Elise or me.
I’m knocked out, bowled over, almost speechless. My friend Shaaron says " Jak that’s crazy what the hell are you calling someone after 40 years for any way?" I’d have hung up too… Not me I’m really curious. I would love to hear from you Mary Riggin Please call ASAP.....
Many years ago, when I was a student at Kendall, there was another new student I’ll call him Wren. However his real name wasn’t nearly that cool. But he thought he was and actually so did I. He was much older than I. At least 22 to my 18 and therefore much more sophisticated. He had a kind of elegance about him he smoked constantly and had a very European (I had never been to New York let alone Europe) air about him. He stood differently than the rest of us a bit straighter a bit more posed…I should have known… I think he wore V neck sweaters under a brown suede jacket. He laughed loudly and often, a kind of Ha Ha nervous fake laugh .But none the less I really liked him and wanted to know him. There was a kind of attraction that I guess I didn’t quite know what to with at the time. He lived quite far out and I don’t believe I was ever at his house. No one really knew anything about him.
One day it snowed 3 feet and he showed up at my door. Hell I don’t know how, it must have taken him hours to get there. But there he was, we trudged through the snow with out boots to a friend’s house and smoked and drank the day away. We all did that kind of thing when ever we could. He talked about a girl friend no one ever saw her let alone met . I think this kind of added to the mystery: the glamour not Carey Grant glamour, Ya Carey Grant not Randolph Scott defiantly not Scott…he was to polished to pull that off. Elise thought him weird, she said he was weird but still I found him fascinating. So one day he just vanishes.
We never knew what happened to him. Elise and I talked about him occasionally but no one seemed to know where he was. I have often wondered about him just like I have other people that I have known. THEN after 40 years, Elise calls me and screams you’ll never believe this and reads a newspaper article that names him and where he is…Of course we are as excited as teenagers to find our long lost Whren. Thinking he some how stayed 22 and is rich, famous and has a new brown suede jacket. Probably TOM FORD. Although why had we not read about him until now. So, we call him up BUT can’t find him. But do we give up? HELL NO not us. We can’t just forget after getting this close. We continue to call and even find who we think is maybe him on FB. No reply but on we go …And then! I call one more time. He answers Because I called from my partners phone and he doesn’t recognize the name, he answers. I say hello, It’s Jak, he tells me I am mistaken it isn’t him. Then I tell him I recognize his voice and he agrees it’s him, and pretty much hangs up on me …IS THIS CRAZY?… He simply didn’t want to talk to me. After forty years he didn’t care one little bit about Elise or me.
I’m knocked out, bowled over, almost speechless. My friend Shaaron says " Jak that’s crazy what the hell are you calling someone after 40 years for any way?" I’d have hung up too… Not me I’m really curious. I would love to hear from you Mary Riggin Please call ASAP.....
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