My dad's old friend Marik came to visit us from Russia. School dance at Crescent.
(Note: clearly the premise of a school dance at an all boys school doesn't quite sound so appealing, but it was a revelation to me. This was my first real awakening to the 'other' ... and by 'other' I don't mean girls ... I mean non-Jewish girls ... the waspy beauties that roamed the hallways of Havergal, Branksome Hall, Bishop Strachan, etc. ... Philip Roth and Mordecai Richler know what I'm talkin' bout)
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