One of the benefits of going to Yale was that New York City was a two hour train ride away. I saw Rent and Stomp!, went to a Moxy Fruvous concert, marched in the Greenwich Village Halloween parade with the Yale Precision Marching Band. And went to museums! One day I was meeting friends at the Guggenheim, and I was running late. By the time I got there, they had already started winding their way up that iconic spiral. This was well before cell phones were ubiquitous. So I went into the middle, and sang up toward the skylight: “Once I was the king of Spain!” (The first line of King of Spain by Moxy Fruvous.) Worked rather well!
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Eileen Maksym studied philosophy at Yale and theology at Boston College, and now uses both to write science fiction. Currently she is an academic nomad, following her astrophysicist husband around the world, two kids in tow. When not writing or kid wrangling, Eileen is a hopeless fangirl. She can be found on Twitter (@eileenmaksym) squeeing over her favorite shows, most of which involve famous detectives, dashing time travelers, and creatures that are never, ever referred to as zombies. View all posts by eileenmaksym