|Posted on Saturday, April 23, 2005 - 04:36 pm: |
I just read your short story (novella?) Left of the Dial and I just wanted to say thanks. You really captured the experience of growing up in Reston--especially the bike paths. I grew up in Reston, attended Herndon, graduated in the late 70s. I may have even known members of your family--it's been so long, though.
I'll be reading more of your work. You have a wonderful way with words.
|Posted on Saturday, April 23, 2005 - 07:17 pm: |
1. Where is the story?
2. I still visit my Mom in Reston occasionally. I grew up there and graduated in 84.
3. Want to have a beer at Lake Anne some time?
|Posted on Saturday, April 23, 2005 - 09:25 pm: |
SCI FICTION. In our archives:
|Posted on Saturday, April 23, 2005 - 11:58 pm: |
1. You watching me awful close, gal.
2. Guess your fanzine is good for something.
|Posted on Sunday, April 24, 2005 - 12:15 am: |
That is frigging bizarre.
1. How much of the story is autobiographical?
2. I'm sitting about 100 yards from intersection of South Lakes and Soapstone as I write this.
3. I was mostly skimming the story for Reston stuff as I read, but it got interesting in second half.
4. Do you really have a sis in Richmond? I live in the Fan.
6. (On topic) you can't go back, man. You just can't.
7. Sheesh, I wonder if I should remember you. You go to Herndon or SL? Gotta go upstairs and dig up a yearbook. Didn't see you in there. Hmm...
|Posted on Sunday, April 24, 2005 - 05:34 am: |
Just a minor thing (and maybe you were just teasing, in which case, sorry for being dense) -- SCI FICTION is not even close to being a "fanzine."
It is one of the top professional markets, and publishes some of the best guality fiction out there.
|Posted on Sunday, April 24, 2005 - 09:24 am: |
Hi Kevin and TCO,
Thanks for the comments. Glad you enjoyed the story.
I attended Herndon High from 1972-1976, lived in Reston from about '68 through '80. There are definitely auto-biographical elements to the story!
TCO: Restonweb. Wow.
Kevin, my new novel, Tumbling After, is set in another locale you may know: Bethany Beach, Delaware.
|Posted on Sunday, April 24, 2005 - 01:47 pm: |
1. oooh, oooh, oooh! Can we get one in Nags Head after that?
2. You're older than me.
3. Is Bethany still dry?
4. (Vera) I guess it's a real market. Don't tell Ellen that though. Like keeping her down.
|Posted on Sunday, April 24, 2005 - 01:50 pm: |
You hadn't seen Restonweb before? I mean it equals your story, no? Simultaneuous invention or something. Oh...I have never seen a car on the bikepaths and have done lots of late night walks. I will literally spank you if I find you doing that. (Unless you like that.)
|Posted on Sunday, April 24, 2005 - 03:02 pm: |
Bethany is not dry. Far from it! It never was, as far as I remember -- and my family has been going there since the 60s. The drinking age was 21, however, which for a 3-year span back in the 70s required my friends and I to drive across the Maryland border to buy liquor.
I have yet to talk to another Restonite who drove on the bikepaths. I recommend it highly, in every sense of that adjective.
|Posted on Sunday, April 24, 2005 - 06:46 pm: |
Do you have a younger sister named Julie? If so, I'm just remembering attending a party at your house. Pretty wild stuff for ALPers.
I was editor of the Stinger (or Stinker) in 79. Now there was a fine publication.
I'll look for your new work.
|Posted on Sunday, April 24, 2005 - 08:40 pm: |
Well I can't remember exactly. Maybe it was Dewey Beach or one of those other ones.
I was in elementary when you were in HS. Remember seeing all you hippies hanging out on the grass with your gfs. When I got to HS it was a different scene. Fine with me though.
|Posted on Monday, April 25, 2005 - 03:06 am: |
Yep, my youngest sister is Julie -- she's going to be here in town on Wednesday, so I'll tell her you said hello!
ALP! Now there's an acronym I haven't heard for a while . . . Remember Mrs. Nyrop?
And I have fond memories of working for the Stinger.
|Posted on Monday, April 25, 2005 - 08:20 am: |
I do remember Mrs. Nyrop, although all the faces are starting to meld together. My most vivid recollection of a teacher was a dude named Mr. Dubin, who taught English. I swear the guy was a borderline psycho.
Actually, my fondest memories of HHS were in the Stinger room. As a senior I cut most of my classes to spend time in there...it's amazing that I graduated at all. I do think we did a good job on the thing...I'm not sure everyone shared that opinion, though.
Say hi to Julie. We didn't really know each other very well...tell her I was a friend of Pat Wagner and Erik Low, two committed ALP'ers who dragged me into the inner circle.
|Posted on Monday, November 28, 2005 - 02:07 pm: |
I do hope the mother dying part wasn't autobiographical. Your autobiographical mother was my English teacher at Westminster School, and a great person (which you no doubt know).
|Posted on Wednesday, November 30, 2005 - 05:10 am: |
Why don't you contact me privately at firstname.lastname@example.org.