james

Sometimes, when we least expect it, things happen that either change our lives, or bring back moments in our life that has been lost somewhere in our subconscious. This usually won't turn our lives around, but it will make an impact on us for at least the present. I will never forget, nor do I want to forget, that moment in time that I first met James.

I was taking graduate classes at a University near my home and it was summer. I would take classes two evenings a week, travel to the city for whatever particular class was meeting that evening, take the interstate home, but since it was late and I hadn't had dinner, I would stop off at a favorite hot-dog stand that I found during my class travels. It was close to my home and in the boundaries of a high school where I was doing some coaching in football and wrestling.

Many times I would meet some of my players who lived near this stand and we would talk as I had my dinner. On occasion, I would see this one young man standing across the street, but never making a move to come over. I remember thinking he was cute. Why did I think this? Well, if the truth were known, I always had an eye for the boys. Yes, I was married, but during my high school and college days, I did involve myself in some male to male activities, which I did enjoy. But, with society being the way it was, someone going into education couldn't be "queer," now could they? I digress here, I'm sorry.