By David R. Topper One might say – looking back figuratively – that my sweatshirt had Proust written all over it. Is this worth pursuing? Depends. Let’s see. It came about when I remembered this almost sixty-year-old episode in my life. I was in Pittsburgh, my hometown. It was 1964, a late-summer evening. My close … Continue reading My Sweatshirt In Lost Time: A Memoir
Academy of the Heart And Mind 