I’m off tomorrow to see a very old friend whom I lost contact with many years ago. He and his new wife have a place above St. Johnsbury, Vermont. It will be strange to see him. I think of myself as the same person I was way back when, but when I see D, I’d guess that fantasy will go out the window.
Mirrors lie, but contemporaries hide nothing.
A few weeks after that, I’ll be off to Maine to see C again (I had caught up with her in New York during Tribeca). We’ll have more time to review old times up in Maine.
There’s still another friend I cannot find. Seems he’s off the grid, which is hard to do these days, even if (like D) you want to be.