Picture: the throwback photo is from May 1987, when Barbara walked with our class, but she had already received her degree.
Barbara Magill and I met in fall 1986, when she was living with our good friends in Townhouse 109, a short commute from the palatial Townhouse 103. Our relationship began like all great romances, over crossword puzzles. (I’ve always known what the ladies like.) We stayed together through graduation in the spring and my move to Glens Falls, New York, where I took a $9-an-hour job at the local paper. Barbara attended the English graduate program at UVM. Not long after I returned for a job at the Burlington Free Press, Barbara and I went our separate ways. We were young and foolish. I blame higher education.
For years I could tell she wanted me back. Well, I had my pride. I decided I would give her 20, 22 years, tops, then that was it. I was done waiting. She made it just under the wire with an invitation to an informal reunion among our closest college friends in summer 2009. I had her from her first reaction: “Wow, he got old. Look at all that gray hair.” We emailed, phoned and eventually visited to see if we were still compatible. Within a few months, I quit two good jobs at the height of the recession, including adjunct professoring in the Saint Michael’s Journalism Department. I sold everything that wouldn’t fit into my car and drove west to Boulder, Colorado, where we enjoy hiking, biking and the occasional crossword puzzle.
– Paul Beique ‘87