Thirty-eight years ago I called my friend Jessica Brown. It was a desperate call made on the Sunday night of Thanksgiving weekend. She was planning on driving back to Providence Rhode Island from suburban NY, to return to Brown University. I asked her if there was room in the car for me. She said yes, and picked me up. I brought one little red backpack stuffed with a few clothes and books. She let me stay in the guest room in a big house she shared with six other Brown University students while I hunted for a job and a place to live. I have been a Rhode Islander ever since. Thank you, Jessica.
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