The year 1976 began with high hopes. The stock markets took a euphoric upswing on January 1. But by the end of April, uncertainties began to obtrude, and for the rest of the year, it has been a battle between the doomsayers and the boomsayers. Who will win out?
But while I waited for the test results, I sat in an inner conferencelike room filled with other girls with unwanted pregnancies. We sat in a circle facing each other. At first no one spoke. They also were teenagers.
"You may be wise in your study in the morning,” (says brow-beating Johnson, to his gape-mouthed admirer Boswell,) “ and gay in company at a tavern in the evening.”
In the Caribbean and the secondary diaspora in New York and elsewhere, groups of young and old enthusiasts gather every spring to sing chowtal. In India's Bhojpuri-region, the chowtal groups I encountered tend to sing from hand-written notebooks of original lyrics by local poets.
