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I’d been running into him in the darkroom all semester.
I was a goner for the red hair and crooked smile as I stalked him watched him from a distance.
Quizzing my friend, who had gotten to know him, revealed that he was new to the college. He had been in the Air Force, and he was good with a camera. I did not know his name.
Near the end of the semester, as President of the Student Art League, I was responsible for organizing the end-of-semester Student Show. As I typed out labels for more than 150 pieces of art work on an old fashioned typewriter (without the blessing of white out). I ended up typing a certain label about 5 times. I kept spelling the name wrong, forgetting the quotes for the title, or forgetting the entry number.
I was not very good at typing back then. (Judging from my score on Typing Maniac, I am still not very good at it.)
Who is this person and why had it taken me so many times to get the label correct?
When the show was juried and I was preparing for the show opening, the name came up again. Apparently this person, whose entry tag I had gotten to know so intimately, had won First Place in Photography.
The evening came to distribute awards and I was really paying attention when the person, whose name I could not seem to type, stepped forward to claim his award.
That was nineteen years ago.
Now I know how to spell it forwards and backwards and can type it really well.
There was more developing in that darkroom than photographs.
Now there are four little ones developing in our home.
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