She just wanted us to be closer. She was afraid something would happen and she wouldn't be able to get to us.

No one wanted to even sit near us. We ate alone. We went to school practically alone, even though people were in the building.

Basketball is great, but they're not going to find you in middle school. You've got to get your grades up and get to college.

We went through a lot to get there. A 13-year-old really doesn't understand fear too much, and we were tutored in passive resistance.

In the professional societies to which we both belong (American Studies Association, American Folklore Society, Western States Folklore Society), Jay enjoys the complete respect of our colleagues as a razor-sharp scholar and a superb teacher.