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	<title>Comments on: TESTIFY!!</title>
	<link>http://weblog.michaelbihovsky.com/2009/06/14/testify/</link>
	<description>Why not?</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 10:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Richard Younge</title>
		<link>http://weblog.michaelbihovsky.com/2009/06/14/testify/#comment-1249</link>
		<author>Richard Younge</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 17:58:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Michael, 
  Small world, isn't it!  Are you Ron's son or David's? 
  I was doing a Google search on Black students in my class at Cornell in the early '40s and this turned up....surprise! I don't remember the visit to Dr. Galvin's home which you Grandpa remembered; it must have made more of an impression on him than on me. He was one of my best and oldest friends  and I was 
best man at his and Esther's wedding. His death last fall was a deep deep sadness.
   I'm in Facebook, by the way. Stop by some time and say hello.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Michael,<br />
  Small world, isn&#8217;t it!  Are you Ron&#8217;s son or David&#8217;s?<br />
  I was doing a Google search on Black students in my class at Cornell in the early &#8217;40s and this turned up&#8230;.surprise! I don&#8217;t remember the visit to Dr. Galvin&#8217;s home which you Grandpa remembered; it must have made more of an impression on him than on me. He was one of my best and oldest friends  and I was<br />
best man at his and Esther&#8217;s wedding. His death last fall was a deep deep sadness.<br />
   I&#8217;m in Facebook, by the way. Stop by some time and say hello.</p>
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		<title>By: Marnee</title>
		<link>http://weblog.michaelbihovsky.com/2009/06/14/testify/#comment-75</link>
		<author>Marnee</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 01:50:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://weblog.michaelbihovsky.com/2009/06/14/testify/#comment-75</guid>
		<description>All white Jewish boys want to sing gospel deep down in their pale colorless souls -- I envy you the chance!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All white Jewish boys want to sing gospel deep down in their pale colorless souls &#8212; I envy you the chance!</p>
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		<title>By: Grandpa</title>
		<link>http://weblog.michaelbihovsky.com/2009/06/14/testify/#comment-70</link>
		<author>Grandpa</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 03:56:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://weblog.michaelbihovsky.com/2009/06/14/testify/#comment-70</guid>
		<description>When I was about 20, in the Navy V-12 program at Cornell, My close buddy and fellow Boys High graduate, Richard Younge, and I frequently walked around the streers of Ithaca on Friday evenings for want of anything better to do. One such evening, Richard suggested that I might enjoy visiting the home of a prominent African American doctor who had befriended him. As we entered, we observed a number of other young men, there. Richard told me that these were members of an African-American fraternity that held their meetings in the doctor's house. While Richard was not a member of this fraternity, he too was an African American, and hence was more or less acceptable. Since I was not, I felt all their eyes looking at me either in curiosity or hostility. I don't remember if we ate the tea and pastry that our hostess offered us or if we just beat a hasty retreat.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was about 20, in the Navy V-12 program at Cornell, My close buddy and fellow Boys High graduate, Richard Younge, and I frequently walked around the streers of Ithaca on Friday evenings for want of anything better to do. One such evening, Richard suggested that I might enjoy visiting the home of a prominent African American doctor who had befriended him. As we entered, we observed a number of other young men, there. Richard told me that these were members of an African-American fraternity that held their meetings in the doctor&#8217;s house. While Richard was not a member of this fraternity, he too was an African American, and hence was more or less acceptable. Since I was not, I felt all their eyes looking at me either in curiosity or hostility. I don&#8217;t remember if we ate the tea and pastry that our hostess offered us or if we just beat a hasty retreat.</p>
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		<title>By: Grandma E</title>
		<link>http://weblog.michaelbihovsky.com/2009/06/14/testify/#comment-69</link>
		<author>Grandma E</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 02:25:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://weblog.michaelbihovsky.com/2009/06/14/testify/#comment-69</guid>
		<description>Michael,
Sorry you missed the trip to Bethany Beach, but this was certainly a more unusual adventure than that weekend with the cousins would have been!
Your story is very well written, and I laughed out loud at some of the descriptions. Can you make use of any of the music you heard/participated in?
I gather you're feeling better by now, and hope your tire is, too.
Love, Grandma E</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Michael,<br />
Sorry you missed the trip to Bethany Beach, but this was certainly a more unusual adventure than that weekend with the cousins would have been!<br />
Your story is very well written, and I laughed out loud at some of the descriptions. Can you make use of any of the music you heard/participated in?<br />
I gather you&#8217;re feeling better by now, and hope your tire is, too.<br />
Love, Grandma E</p>
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