|The Raleigh Amtrak station, where Trey met me in June 1993.|
went to Chapel Hill in June of 1993, following jaw surgery to correct a
massive overbite I had had since childhood. I had been planning to go there
anyway, on the principal grounds that it was somewhere I had never been.
But then at the March on Washington in April of that year, I met Archie
Langston Harris III... more commonly known as Trey Harris... and fell
head-over-heels into relationship with him. He was attending UNC Chapel
Hill at the time. My fate seemed set.
Our relationship lasted for seven months; I stayed there for nine, before leaving to through-hike the Appalachian Trail and heal the bitter feelings from the split. I returned in October 1994 after completing the Trail to collect things I had left behind, then again in March 1995 to get information I needed for an application to Peace Corps.
Over the July 4th weekend 2002, I took the train back to Durham and Chapel Hill, to see my friend Brenda (an old college friend from Northwestern days) and renew our ties. I was happy to find that the bitterness of the past seemed gone and the town, in some incorporeal yet essential way, was happy to have me back.
|229 East Franklin Street: The frat house where I first lived in Chapel Hill, from June through August 1993. For eight weeks of this time my mouth was wired shut, and I had to "eat" everything through a straw.|
|The meeting hall on campus... I forget its name... where, completely by accident, I ran into Brenda in June 1993, at a meeting of B-Glad: Bisexuals, Gay Men, Lesbians and Allies for Diversity. I had not seen her for six years and had no idea of her whereabouts. The last I'd seen her she was studying in Germany.|
|The dormitory on campus where I "unofficially" lived with Trey from late September through January. My legal residence was on Milton Avenue.|
|Oops! Memory serves poorly. That was Old East. Trey lived next door in Old West. Trey had won a lottery for the right to live there; both buildings had been beautifully restored. Trey's room was (I think) the second along from the near end on the second floor.|
|The grassy commons that I crossed each day walking from Franklin Street (the main business street of town) to campus. Old East and Old West are out of sight through the trees.|
|The post office where I rented a P.O. box, directly opposite the commons and a few doors down from the frat house.|
|Brenda, at work in her study. The cats are lurking somewhere nearby.|
|A friend from the old days, Akira. We went out to lunch and played catch-up.|
|Another shot of Brenda in her study. The quality is poor; guess this is what you get for a free digital camera! Clearly it doesn't do so well with indoor shots....|
|Signs of the past: An old "Negro cemetery" along West Main Street in Carrboro. I passed it on my walks between Carrboro (where I was staying) and Chapel Hill.|