Caveat: 1996

My cat Bernie frequently slept on the bookshelf I'd put next to my desk, and she would fall asleep and then fall off the shelf and into the pile of papers on my desk, surprised by her own clumsiness. Cats are like that. I worked very, very
hard at Penn, teaching Spanish to lazy, over-privileged, Ivy League
undergrads and taking qualifying exams that summer. Michelle and I finally got legally married in a
pizza joint in Minneapolis over the summer, too (the Judge came on a
motorcycle). Michelle and Jeffrey then joined me in Philadelphia, after
she graduated in Chemical Engineering from the University of Minnesota – we rented a house in Yardley, PA, across from Trenton, NJ. I enjoyed taking the train into the city each day for school/work.

[This entry is part of a timeline
I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year
of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of
timeline. This entry wasn't written in 1996 – it was written in the