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Chapter Twenty
What’s in a Name?
AUTUMN 1967 – MARCH 1969
Wherein our author marries, meets a new family, and returns to that old-time religion.
Miles Standish Redux, Sort of
Living at home and sitting on a subway train for three hours each day to go to and from law school, and trying otherwise to navigate the difficult first semester of my new life, were not exactly conducive to a vibrant social life. I’m not even certain that there was a heck of lot going on in the second semester either. During the following summer, things picked up as I met Sari and one or two other young ladies whom I dated during second year, at which time I was no longer living in Columbia housing.
Of those young ladies, Sari was the most important, but as I men- tioned earlier, we broke up at some point toward the end of her first semester in medical school. After the normal strategy of trying to recy- cle old relationships led nowhere in particular, the time came for me to branch out and try an entirely new strategy.
And it was then that the name Phyllis Rebell came to me. Actually, that was not the first time that her name had come to me in the context of potential dating. While I was still at Amherst, I had remembered that there was this blond little girl, now of appropriate age, who was at
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