First Warm Day in May

First warm day in May, that's what he would say every time I asked him about getting married, on the first warm day in May. I was 21 and he was 25. Twenty-five years later on the first warm day in May, I wonder now where he picked up this phrase. I'm sitting here on Brown campus waiting for some phrases to come into my head. There is a man in front of Wilson Hall, his students arrive on foot, some on bicycles. Those students are as tall as their teacher. He greets them like something out of "Little House on the Prairie." The bells in the tower are ringing while the building swallows them up. A much older man has just come out. So I see the building does not fall down when older bricks set a while and some new mortar is placed in the cracks. What good will it be to learn so much and not be able to communicate it.? When I talk--and I am a high talker--I leave people's fuses blown. I feel that the more I know, the faster I will talk and confuse them more than ever. They shall learn more by watching me, sitting here in my undershirt, playing hookey, on the first warm day in May.

Copyright; Ruth Mahoney 3-May-88