Friday, May 12, 2006

Karen (98/365)

Karen S.: Paid her a buck a page to type my papers. One day her dorm room door stood wide open; her mother packing it up. "Going back to Janesville to sort out" her sexual identity and other issues that held her on the fringe.

7 comments:

Helen said...

That must have been hard on you! (Oh, the good old typewriter and endless whiteout days...)

In Otter Space said...

I was definetly challenged in the typing department (pre-computer days) and I was always working at least one full time job during college so I had the $ but no time to type.

Deloney said...

"Going Back to Janesville (to Sort Out my Sexual Identity". That could be an REM song. :-)

In Otter Space said...

It could be...
also could be slang for a lesbian retreat center...
or it could be the name of a midwestern city...
or maybe all three.

Anonymous said...

I only knew Karen to be with men, the last one was an abusive dust freak (dust as in angel dust, not house cleaning).

Karen S said...

Now, there's a a blast from the past. "No Snews Typing: We don't 'snews' so *you* can," as I recall. Life can take some unexpected turns for those "on the fringe," and after my man of 16 years died (and then my eldest daughter lost her life in the same manner,) the gender of the person I'm with does not matter nearly as much as whether I want to be with anyone at all. I'm happy to see you blessed with such a lovely family, Lisa. That portrait from the '90s made me chuckle!

Otter said...

K-

I'm so sorry to hear about your losses.
I totally had the sexual ID thing WRONG! As 'Ms. Anonymous' called me on. After rereading this post today I felt very small. I'm sorry. You really were a great friend and your departure left me confused.
Also THANK YOU for doing all that typing!