Gabe Plotkin (2002-03)

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Most of my memories are not stories, per se. More Chief-isms: Her inability to remember anybody’s name, and thus use of the word “friend.” Waking her up from her power naps on the couch in her office. Opinion-writing weekends, seeing us sit and write in tandem at the desks in the clerk’s office, often culminating over Saturday take out dinner, where she always ordered the tenderloin salad. Her willingness to drive me home late at night, even though it was out of the way. The shag carpet throughout her house, including the bathroom. The soft and caring heart inside her […]