His assignment was to define for us Afar, n. He answers in verse, and the object could be almost anyone.
Once struck by Cupid’s dart,About Semisweet1: Semisweet1 is a good friend going back to college (#4/4) where he was my roommate and cribbage antagonist for one semester. He's also the scion of a marshmallow empire, a native of Long Island, New York, and a dependable wooer of women living or travelling within 10,000 miles of the Great Neck post office. A boy has to have standards.
Was freed of doubt and dread.
The antidote to Blue?
At stoplights my love grew.
But, always, Doom impends –
Red love turned Green soon ends.
My heart was Red for you.
My favorite way to introduce Semisweet1 is with my own introduction. It was new students' registration day at Emory. The registrants were divided into three groups: Freshmen, transferring students, and those for whom papers were missing, incomplete or inelegant. It didn't take long in the second group to find that I belonged to the third. After an hour in line, it was clear that there was an administrative problem which could not be handled easily because all the paperwork seemed so right. Everything they asked for, I presented but they were certain something was missing or else why would I be at that table? Was I sure it was Emory I was attending?
In the din of the room, voices rose to screaming and fell to silence. There were many dead. At some point, behind me, there was one voice which seemed calm, authoritative and sarcastic. Naturally my ears followed and I heard the following syncopated explanation. "I applied to Emory University, I'm certain that was the name on the form and the logo matched the one on your shirt. I received from Emory notice of acceptance, a request for money and some forms to fill out. These I completed and returned, with a check, to the address indicated on the envelope. It appears these were received because they sent me the instructions that brought me to this table where it is now my intention to matriculate at-(to?) Emory. Is it matriculate at or to? I don't want to make a mistake." The sarcasm was stunningly adequate to the situation and while I spent most of that week trying not to introduce myself to people, I couldn't resist making Semisweet1's acquaintance. By coincidence, my next introduction, wholly involuntary, turned out to be Semisweet1's roommate for that year, Brian, and the three of us spent many an hour together in friendship and mockery.