April 7, 2020
When I was a sophomore in high school, we went on a family vacation to a place with hotels and cabins in Lake George. There was a main house, where you’d go to register and get your cabin assigned to you and what have you. There was a young man there who was very entertaining. He was fascinating to me because he was a writer. I used to go and talk to him.
My family was a second family and I was the older one. My sister and brothers are younger. My sister was in a crib at the time and my brother was five. I was a teenager so I didn’t really relate to them. I mean I loved playing with them but I was looking for someone my own age. This young man was in college I think. I was so impressed. I don’t know why I thought of that. I don’t even know his name.
Sometimes people can have an influence on you. He was the first person I met who called himself a writer. I had never thought of that as a profession before. I remember he had an Atlantic Monthly that he gave me to read. I had never heard of it until then.