I dated Beverly at the end of High School. She had good parents (Pops was an insurance agent) who didn't care that I was not Jewish. Beverly burned her calf on the exhaust pipe of my 90cc Yamaha motorcycle and got quite a permanent scar. For a stupid reason only an 18 year old boy could invent (that had exactly zero to do with her) I broke the prom date with her days before it was held. As soon as I did it I knew I'd made a mistake. She got another date almost immediately (Phil Shenkman?). Did I say Beverly was kind and beautiful? Maybe I was in love with her and could not handle it?
Two years later: I was in a LIttle Italy/Case- Western Reserve bar for my first and almost last visit back to Cleveland except for much later parental funerals......Who could ever know at that age... but I digress ... and go back to then ...then....I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and it was Beverly. I opened my mouth to apologize (I think?) and ...she threw a drink on me. I was stunned and quite impressed. Did I say she had team spirit? It took me a moment to get over my shock. Did I get how much I wished for/wanted her again...I went to look for her in the bar to apologize for the above but she was gone. At that nano second of a fleeting moment I would have asked her to do something with me...
I never saw her again ... nor did I ever... forget her.
But then we/I /all lead our/my lives/life ...and I way later saw that she married, had chilldren and lived in Connecitcut and I had my almost (?) parallel NYC/Manhattan life....I would have formally apologized at the 1995 reunion but she was two years dead by then. ...and so it goes....somehow the apology not given sticks in my memory bank ...But as Tom Wolf said, You can never go home again....Now I'm married no kids and quite ... relatively ...way... way... OK....but oh the corners we didn't coulda/shoulda/luckily....did or did not take...or something like that.....and the the memory of it all....it gets heavier as one gets older? The many roads not taken....until later Beverly and when 'later' happens I will ask you for a private dance...and the lead shall be yours.
Recently ..through an odd happenstance found Beverly's brother on FB...never knew him then....thought about posting this...... in truth life is ...for the lucky... a long strange journey...for others: Beverly had three children and a wealthy husband....she developed schitzophrenia and had a troubled marriage....in the dark of winter....she walked into the Long Island Sound and drowned herself....if there is a god ...she deserves mercy...
David Brown
I dated Beverly at the end of High School. She had good parents (Pops was an insurance agent) who didn't care that I was not Jewish. Beverly burned her calf on the exhaust pipe of my 90cc Yamaha motorcycle and got quite a permanent scar. For a stupid reason only an 18 year old boy could invent (that had exactly zero to do with her) I broke the prom date with her days before it was held. As soon as I did it I knew I'd made a mistake. She got another date almost immediately (Phil Shenkman?). Did I say Beverly was kind and beautiful? Maybe I was in love with her and could not handle it?
Two years later: I was in a LIttle Italy/Case- Western Reserve bar for my first and almost last visit back to Cleveland except for much later parental funerals......Who could ever know at that age... but I digress ... and go back to then ...then....I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and it was Beverly. I opened my mouth to apologize (I think?) and ...she threw a drink on me. I was stunned and quite impressed. Did I say she had team spirit? It took me a moment to get over my shock. Did I get how much I wished for/wanted her again...I went to look for her in the bar to apologize for the above but she was gone. At that nano second of a fleeting moment I would have asked her to do something with me...
I never saw her again ... nor did I ever... forget her.
But then we/I /all lead our/my lives/life ...and I way later saw that she married, had chilldren and lived in Connecitcut and I had my almost (?) parallel NYC/Manhattan life....I would have formally apologized at the 1995 reunion but she was two years dead by then. ...and so it goes....somehow the apology not given sticks in my memory bank ...But as Tom Wolf said, You can never go home again....Now I'm married no kids and quite ... relatively ...way... way... OK....but oh the corners we didn't coulda/shoulda/luckily....did or did not take...or something like that.....and the the memory of it all....it gets heavier as one gets older? The many roads not taken....until later Beverly and when 'later' happens I will ask you for a private dance...and the lead shall be yours.
Recently ..through an odd happenstance found Beverly's brother on FB...never knew him then....thought about posting this...... in truth life is ...for the lucky... a long strange journey...for others: Beverly had three children and a wealthy husband....she developed schitzophrenia and had a troubled marriage....in the dark of winter....she walked into the Long Island Sound and drowned herself....if there is a god ...she deserves mercy...