Awww, fuck. And there's her obit.
My first girlfriend.
'Origin'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Gosh, I'm sorry, David.
Oh, I'm sorry, Hec.
My sympathies.
That is really a charming obit. There's a sense of who she was.
I'm very sorry, David.
That's a good obituary. I'm sorry, Hec.
So sorry, Hec.
My first girlfriend at Kenyon. My first lover.
She was a ballet dancer at American Ballet Theater. Her father was the photographer for the Metropolitan Museum - an expert on pre-Columbian art, and the man who took all those King Tut pictures.
You can see her briefly in the movie The Turning Point. She danced on stage in the chorus during Baryshnikov's American premiere.
She left ballet because of hip injuries before she went to college. She was an expert in hand-set letter press. One of the greatest personal collections of vintage typeface was bequeathed to her because she loved it and knew it so well.
I was completely baffled as an 18 y.o. at her excitement about receiving the quarterly issue of U&LC.
One of the last times I saw her was dropping in on her at the old fashioned printing press at South Street Seaport (Bowne & Company) in Manhattan where she was taking apart a 19th century press. She was wearing coveralls and covered in grease.
She was very pretty. She taught me how to waltz for the Winter Dance at Kenyon.
David, I'm sorry.
Wow, that fucking hurts. I'm kind of wrecked.