NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER

July, 2010

BUFFALO and FARNHAM, NY

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The school year was over. I was a free bird in a couple of senses, including the romantic.

I had had a couple of dates in early June with a woman who had graduated from my preppy midwestern alma mater five years after me. The first one was set up just after my school's graduation by some married friends living in Buffalo. The husband was one of my tennis buddies, and after a good long ...