Sunset Magazine: Menlo Park, California 1968

 

Late in spring, just before graduation, you took a job at Sunset Magazine refiling tiny metal address plates into thousands of shallow drawers, often crying while you worked. Sitting on your short rolling stool, pulling out the metal trays that were built into the huge filing cabinets of your work space, you have nothing more to do than review your situation. You are going to leave home, one way or another. You still want to go to New York and Paris to sculpt, but you also might be leaving home for David. You are profoundly confused and the stress of it all calls for many tears. A cascade of salty water washes down your face at least once a shift, usually more often. You don't make a sound and you don't let your shoulders shake or your body heave. Nevertheless, soon enough, you do get fired.