Block 106: June 3, 2013



Date: June 3, 2013

Crane: 106

Days Spent on Project: 106

Location: Apartment, Washington Heights, NYC

Person I would have sent it to: Adam C.

Adam transferred to Brebeuf during our Sophomore year. He would prove to be the third person in the group of four that made up my circle of close friends.

Adam was an important factor in my high school years for one major reason: he was the other “out” kid in high school.

This was the mid-1990s, after all. Things *were* different then. Although Brebeuf was what I consider to be a “safer” place, being gay and being out as a teenager wasn’t commonplace or expected. While we certainly had ideas that there were other guys or girls “like us” (I mean, in a school of 600 students, there HAD to be more than two of us, right?), we were the only ones to out ourselves and be (somewhat) open about it.

I got the sense that Adam had a very strong and passionate idea of how the world should work and how we should all be treated within the world. He started what would become a very small LGBT student group our senior year. It wasn’t a popular group, but that it existed and that some people showed up to attend some meetings is a testament to his desire to help others and bring people together.

The four of us spent most every single day together the summer between Sophomore and Junior year. We had unofficially chosen to meet, most usually, at Adam’s house; while technically in a suburb of Indy, it was a middle ground for all of us and also close enough to our Brebeuf stomping grounds that we could conveniently get to our hang-outs.

I remember watching Priscilla Queen of the Desert at his house for the first time. We would watch The Real World there. We would park our cars in his house’s tiny driveway, jump into his small car, and spend hours driving around Indy… usually heading to a CD store, bookstore, movies, or even exploring new social destinations, like coffee shops.

While we haven’t kept in touch much, other than seeing infrequent Facebook posts, I do consider him one of the people who helped my life. It was valuable to learn there were other people out there like me, and that we could be proud of it.

Music I listened to while sewing: Sunday in the Park with George.

Thoughts/Feelings behind the block: This isn’t a very original thought, but I needed to listen to Sunday in the Park just to hear this song… over and over again.

Are you working on something new?


That is not like you, George

I’ve nothing to say

You have many things

Well, nothing that’s not been said

Said by you, though. George

I do not know where to go

And nor did I

I want to make things that count,
Things that will be new…

I did what I had to do…

What am I to do?

Move on…

Stop worrying where you’re going-
Move on
If you can know where you’re going
You’ve gone
Just keep moving on

I chose, and my world was shaken-
So what?
The choice may have been mistaken,
The choosing was not
You have to move on

Look at what you want,
Not at where you are,
Not at what you’ll be-
Look at all the things you’ve done for me

Opened up my eyes,
Taught me how to see,
Notice every tree-

Notice every tree…

Understand the light-

…Understand the light…

Concentrate on now-

I want to move on
I want to explore the light
I want to know how to get through,
Through to something new,
Something of my own-

Move on
Move on

Stop worrying it your vision
Is new
Let others make that decision-
They usually do
You keep moving on

Something in the light,
Something in the sky,
In the grass,
Up behind the trees…
Things I hadn’t looked at
Till now
Flower in your hat.
And your smile
And the color of your hair.

Look at what you’ve done,
Then at what you want,
Not at where you are,
What you’ll be
Look at all the things
You gave to me
Let me give to you
Something in return
I would be so pleased…

And the way you catch the light
And the care
And the feeling
And the life
Moving on

We’ve always belonged

We will always belong

Just keep moving on
Anything you do
Let it come from you
Then it will be new
Give us more to see…

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