Day of the Dead
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PS — On tonight’s program, I refer to my recent missives on sexuality and bisexuality. Here is Salacia in Aries: The Sex Factor. Here is What is Bisexual? The director of the Hudson Valley LGBTQ Center was so upset by the first one he refused to even discuss it with me and somewhat politely told me to get lost. I was not expecting that response. I thought I might hear a reasoned critique. From that interchange, however, I decided the piece was successful and that I am on the right track with this thread of articles.
I forgot the funniest of the Pete Shipley stories. I am tempted to edit the program and add it but I’ll start here. We invited Peter and his wife Marianne (one of the top librarians at the college) to hang out one Friday night. This was in my little house at 20 Center St, in New Paltz, which served as the Student Leader office with its five phone lines, a fax machine, a living room full of computers and a lot of cats esp William Pen and Ling Ling. Maybe there were 15 people.
We all started to get tipsy. I had been drunk about five times in my life at that point, so it was still like wow! for me…and the party got a little loud. Not a rave; not a keg party; but a little loud.
I was in the kitchen getting something and heard a police call come over the scanner: noise complaint for 20 Center St.
Knowing we had about 2 minutes to get ready, I quickly went back into the living room, I turned down the music and told everyone to pull the chairs into a circle and put a book in their laps…the books came flying off the shelves and everyone took one. There was a knock on the door. Feeling a little wobbly, I opened it and a New Paltz cop was standing there.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes we have a noise complaint for this location.”
I opened the door all the way and said, “Officer, we’re having a study session. See?” He looked around. It was a bunch of kids with two very grownup looking middle-aged adults, all sitting on folding chairs in a circle with books in their laps. In what for all purposes was an office.
He looked at me. I looked at him. He knew he had been punked…he had no way to know how…and there was nothing he could do. I thanked him and he left.
I love telling this story to cops. They all think it’s funny. I still listen to the scanner. It’s the only interesting thing on the radio, and there are no ads.