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Wesleyan University Wasch Center for Retired Faculty Newsletter Vol. 5, No. 1 Fall 2013 already. Inflated, somehow, kinder and slower, Mosiach is Here more womanly, slightly bovine. Her small boobs A piece of flash fiction by Paula Paige were bigger, as Roger had noticed last night, although she hadn’t told him anything yet. Which enna scowled at the hostile doorman was what had given her the idea of buying a bra as she left the building on West End this morning: it wasn’t going to last very long, so Avenue and walked toward Broadway. why not enjoy being zaftig for a bit? She looked JHey, you creep, she thought, I’m not a at the ads in the windows of Victoria’s Secret, then home-breaker: his wife’s already left! This strode in, past the stony-faced large black guard, neighborhood was definitely not her scene. over to the drawers of 36 B’s. She found a black Why did Roger live up here, anyway? All these lace bra and tried it on, admiring the way her kids, baby strollers bumping you right and fuller breasts suddenly blossomed into cleavage. left, as though these mousy moms owned the It would be hard to give this up. street! Children crying everywhere, even in Out on the sidewalk again, she paused, nice restaurants, like the boy last night: “I don’t wondering whether to go back to Roger’s, or down want any crème brûlée!” Then why not leave to Zabar’s to get something for lunch. Thinking of the kid home, with Oreos? Now if she had a the disapproving doorman, she decided to head child… but she didn’t, and had no plans to have downtown. Past Origins and Coach and Harry’s one, pregnant or not. Why compound Roger’s Shoes, Broadway turning into one big fat mall. hassles? The last thing he needed right now She remembered Benny’s, the little hamburger was another kid, along with his bitchy, alimony- joint that used to be around here, up on the grubbing, soon-to-be ex. corner of 89th, that had hung on for so long, while The garage on 87th disgorged a big black Broadway around it fell prey to the conglomerates SUV, which zoomed so close it brushed her Continued on page 2. skirt; a little boy in the back seat stuck out his tongue at her. She stuck out hers back, and the father in his yarmulke turned and glowered at Featured In This Issue her over his shoulder, almost hitting a passing taxi. Serves you right, she thought: if you want Mosiach is Here, a work of flash fiction by Paula Paige - p. 1 to live in the city, why don’t you walk? Isn’t it the Sabbath, anyhow? She smiled, remembering The Junior Faculty Organization: Beginnings by the time she’d yelled at an Orthodox Jew who’d Richard Ohmann - p. 4 elbowed her aside on the street: “Watch out, I’m a shiksa --on the rag!” Forty Years with the Wesleyan University Well, she wasn’t on the rag now, hadn’t been Faculty/Student Pep Band by Stew Gillmor - p. 8 for a couple of months. She even felt different 1 Mosiach continued from page 1. and condos… eating there with Sebby, her first Jenna laughed. The old man glared at her. boyfriend after she’d come to the City. He was an “Here is everything,” she said. actor, too, in “Fiddler” with her, her first job. Sebby The boy smiled, but his grandfather pulled was from Brooklyn and very funny: how he used him away, muttering about “the goyim.” to make her laugh with his lawyer jokes! What’s She watched, longingly, as the boy was the difference between a sperm and a lawyer? A hauled along, still looking back at her. She sperm has one chance in a million of becoming might not be a bad mother, after all, she thought, a human being! Once she’d almost strangled staring at the card with the so-called King laughing, on a bite of burger that Messiah. Maybe next year, had gone down the wrong way. when she and Roger were more Where was Sebby now? Still, it was stable, and the divorce was nice to visit Roger on weekends over. But next year she would up here in his spacious apartment, be thirty-eight, and her eggs with its views of the Hudson and would be that much staler, and parquet floors. Her studio in the who knew about Roger’s sperm, Village was so small... at forty-five? Maybe, maybe, In front of Zabar’s, a dark young they should seize the day. man with dreadlocks handed Jenna thought of the Off Jenna a small card that proclaimed Broadway play she was in now, “Moshiach is Here!” It showed a and how she couldn’t possibly smiling old Jew with a black hat go on playing the sexy secretary and white beard, who claimed to for more than a couple of be the Rebbe King Messiah. She months, if the play ran that long. idly turned it over and scanned Easy to feign pregnancy, hard the seven laws written on the back: to hide it. Someone else could “Believe in One G-d. Do not blaspheme. Do not step in, though: Roger, as producer, could see to murder (respect and value human life, including that. unborn babies)…” Oh, give me a fucking break, “A pound of Nova,” she said to the Hispanic she thought, as she entered the store, which was, girl behind the counter. “And pickles.” predictably, a mad house at ten on Saturday morning. She made her way to the delicatessen, where an old lady and a yuppy guy were glaring A work of FLASH FICTION, also known at each other, apparently disputing the next ticket as a “short, short story,” is usually a from the machine. A red-haired little boy stood complete story told in anywhere from beside an old man with side curls in a fur hat. She 300 to 1,000 words. Paula’s “Moshiach took a ticket, watching the kid as he stared up, is Here” won the Gordon Award for open-mouthed, at the dazzling display of smoked Flash Fiction from the literary journal fish and a bright tower of panettone on top of the Our Stories in 2010. It appeared both counter. on line and in a print collection called “Vut you vaunt here?” the old man asked the The Best of Our Stories. child. “Here is nothing!” know? Did you Wasch Center for Retired Faculty 2 THE WASCH CENTER AFTERNOON LECTURE SERIES Necrology All presentations are in the Butterfield Room KÄTCHEN COLEY at the Wasch Center. Kätchen Coley, longtime friend of the Wasch Center, died at home on August 19. Born in 1924, she Wednesday, September 11, 4:15pm received a B.A. from Smith. She lived in Middletown James Matchulat since 1952 and was awarded a Wesleyan M.A. in “Reinventing Yourself After Retirement” psychology in 1963. She was profoundly active in matters of land conservation as well as many other Wednesday, September 25, 4:15pm local concerns. She was one of the founders of The David Baird Connection, a human services and community “Wesleyan ITS: The only thing constant is change” development program of counseling and support that is now statewide. A memorial service will be Wednesday, October 9, 4:15pm held at a later date. Al Turco “Bernard Shaw: Man of Feeling?” ELVA CREEGER Elva Creeger, wife of Professor emeritus of English Wednesday, October 23, 4:15pm George Creeger and daughter of long-serving Stew Novick Professor of Astronomy Carl Stearns, died March “Astrochemistry: Molecules in the Laboratory 29, 2013 at the Cobalt Lodge Health Care Center. and in Space” Born in 1928, she received a Ph.D. in Biophysics from Wesleyan. Her career included teaching and Wednesday, November 6, 4:15pm research at the UConn School of Medicine and at the Robert Grant Max-Planck-Gesellschaft in Berlin. “A Musical Ensemble” JACK HOY Wednesday, November 20, 4:15pm Jack Hoy ’55 died at his Duxbury, Massachusetts C. Stewart Gillmor home on July 9. Born in 1933, he received a bachelor’s “In Antarctica with the Russians” and master’s degree from Wesleyan. In 1964 he became dean of admissions, pioneering programs Wednesday, December 4, 4:15pm that encouraged diversity and attracted minority Norm Shapiro students to Wesleyan. Later he became the chancellor “Fables of Town and Country” of university and students affairs at U.C. Irvine. Between1987 and 2001 he was the executive director Wednesday, December 18, 4:15pm of the New England Board of Higher Education. He Holiday Party also served as an alumni elected trustee and was awarded Wesleyan’s Distinguished Alumnus Award. FRANKLIN REEVE Wasch Center Endowment Franklin Reeve died on June 28, 2113 at the Dartmouth The Wasch Center continues to build its Medical Center. Born in 1928, he received his endowment that might eventually allow funding doctorate from Columbia. After teaching Slavic for professional travel and research expenses, languages at Columbia, he became chair of the including the purchase and maintenance of Russian Department at Wesleyan, but left in 1966 computers. If you are considering a gift to to devote more time to his writings. Returning in Wesleyan, you might designate it, in full or in 1970, he taught in the College of Letters on a part- part, to be credited to the Wasch center. Please time basis until he retired in 2002. At the time of his contact Karl Scheibe at the Center (x2273) or Mark Davis (x3660 in University Relations.