• Maybe something about Rosicrucians. A triangle…
• Smoking cigars. Having to make deliveries after work with a group of Af-Ams. Something I got tired of day after day but I was somehow obliged. Then I skipped and saw one of the workers, a stout guy, and he guilted me about it. Connected to this, a building with lots of trash in the hallways. In New York or New Jersey I think.
• Later on, at law school. Think it was orientation or something. In a group doing that human tangled web ‘trust-building activity’ where you get all tangled up and have to untangle yourselves by stepping through , twisting, untangling. Normally I hate these things but I was somewhat OK with this one except we were performing it on a small piece of ground near the edge of a cliff and I was afraid of falling over. We moved away from the edge.
[1.13.2003]
The Writing of John B. Randall 