Somehow still fresh in my mind is a scene from 1981-1983: Barry and I sitting in living/dining area of our WW II era on campus apartment, studying. It was pre personal computer, so there were textbooks and notebooks, and the occasional clack of my manual typewriter as we typed papers. At first, I studied Sciences and Math along with Barry, but the final 3 semesters together I was reading novels and writing papers. Of course, had we actually studied as much as we figured out reasons to go out for beers and pizza, we'd be REAL successful today, instead of schlepper lawyers and academic doctors. Yeah -- it was WELL worth it.
As I type today, behind me is Barry's S1, Scott. He's in from D.C. for the week and working remotely today. I hear his laptop clacking, and he actually did an interview before for a story. He has an important one coming up soon -- I will direct him to the room above the garage lest there be ambient noise -- our housekeepers are here today and vacuum cleaner sounds tend to arise without warning.
Man -- talk about sunrise;sunset. I am wistful.
Wifey and I made 2 Grove trips back to back -- last night Greek food with Joelle and Kenny to celebrate 3 years since Joelle rang the no disease bell. It was beautiful -- we reflected on all the living we've been blessed with over those last years. We toasted many to come.
And then we went back -- to Greenstreet Cafe, to meet Stuart and Michelle. Stuart is my cousin Steve's other cousin, and the PR of his estate. They're here, coincidentally from Maryland, right next to where Scott and Sam moved, Bethesda, for a wedding.
We were like old friends as we compared families and our experiences with cousin Steve. Stuart cared for him a LOT -- total mentsch. Steve listed Stuart as his health care surrogate, and when Steve got a kidney transplant Stuart ended up moving to Queens to care for him. He is, like Gunga Din, a better man than I...
Tonight we meet Norman at 6 for Indian food. Curry Indian, not Plains, and then a deep dive into Kabbalah with Rabbi Moshe. Yes -- fun times, and SOMEONE has to do it.
But again, I am struck by how accurate was Willie Nelson's observation: ain't it funny how the time slips away?
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