Tagged: Vassar


The photographer’s muse

I met Martin during our freshman year at Vassar.  I was never without my camera, and he was my willing subject.  He went on to “star” in several of my student films.   He was my buddy, my willing companion for any number of adventures.  He gave the best back rubs.  I recall the semester he borrowed his father’s car, which lacked functioning brake lights, and hoping we would avoid being rear-ended.  Most of all, I remember celebrating several beautiful, sunny, Founder’s Days with him. I’m not sure why we fell out of touch after Vassar.  I guess it was partly due to it being the pre-Facebook era.  We emailed once, and he told me that he had married Marta.  About...


22 Years, 11 months

No words I try to put together sound right, but here are some words. I met Martin on February 17, 1995. He quickly became my best friend. At Vassar, I’d meet him on his campus patrol route to bring him a V8 Picante (which the later renamed “spicy hot” to both of our dissatisfactions. We’d go on runs to Price Chopper for snacks at 2AM after he got off shift. When I left Vassar, he visited me wherever I was, San Francisco that summer I lived there, or once he drove through a snowstorm to bring me Valentine’s Day flowers when I was in Albany. Many folks thought we were too young to get married, and they may well have...