Sunday, June 19, 2011
39 and counting.
39 years ago it was 1972, and we were 18. And hopeful, and fearful, and excited, and nervous, and in an entirely new place.
And we didn't know each other, but we lived in the same place more or less, and there were different connections between us - music and los angeles and physics and math and dorms and insecurities and quickness and questions and where are we really going.
and they grew and they changed and they went away and came back.
So now, 39 years later, we're no longer 18. And we don't live in the same place at all, and we've had many different experiences, and we still have in common music and math and families and parents and age and quickness and questions, and we
don't know where we're going.So, let's go to Chicago.
And talk to the cats - in their different parts of the house. and to the dog, dividing the house into thirds.
And spill tomato sauce as many times as it can be served.
And walk.
And talk.
And look at the lake that is not an ocean, although only by the lack of salt would you know.
And learn that the old railroad baron didn't start out as an evil guy, but as a model employer and humanitarian,
and that the avant guarde architect was probably something of a jerk,
but aren't we all?
And it's hot in Chicago,
but the city is beautiful,
And friends really are friends, even half a century later.
