|I don't know why, but the name Adam Nadeau seems awfully familiar for some reason...|
In my response I said:
|He lived next door to Rob and me when we lived together. He was on the gay bowling league on Thursday nights out at Capital Lanes. Perhaps you knew him from there?|
He was HIV+ for many years, then got some kind of internal infection (in his liver if I remember correctly), and went [like that] — within two weeks.
I was on vacation in P-Town when he died, and didn't even know he'd gone into the hospital, so I never got a hug good-bye.
He was a handsome, handsome boy, with a beautiful smile, and was usually up to some kind of mischief. He died in August of 2002.
I'll look to see if I have a picture of him, and post it if so.
Here's Adam around December of 2000. God only knows what he's about to stick that screwdriver into!
I spent most of my day working on my final paper for ENG525: Variety in Language.
While I wrote, I had Robert listen to a very compelling podcast, well part of a podcast, the third story in the trilogy of stories in this past week's This American Life episode on Babysitting. Very, very interesting.
After dinner, Robert and I listened to a number of podcasts, mostly Slate Explainer podcasts, while I uploaded my holiday CDs to download to my iPod.
Dancing was quite festive tonight.
It was Carolina Bear Lodge night with a special appearance by Santa Bear. It got crowded very quickly tonight, and before 10:30 folks were spilling out on the dance floor. We stopped just before 10:30.
Robert and I hung out for a little while, and then went home, where we showered and then worked on a very challenging crossword puzzle for a little while.
With lights out we listened to another riveting, and quite sad, podcast from NPR's Driveway Moments collection.
'The Ground We Lived On': A Father's Last Days