Good morning, all! I slept well, given the general aches and shoulder problems. I work up around midnight when an unsettling dream was heading into nightmare territory, but I remember no more unsettling dreams last night. Just aches and pains.
Today is another City Center day with Joshie. I've got a couple of things to take him and they're in my bag. I hope I can run quickly through the rest of this ballet and be out of there no later than 3pm.
I've had too many friends I've lost contact with, and now I would love to know what's become of them. I know that several are no longer living. During the most brutal moments of the AIDS crisis in Manhattan in the 1980s and 1990s, I lost so many dear friends that I can't count them all.
These folk were all good friends I've lost contact with and miss:
Grades 1-12
Robert Keister
John Hawkins
Sam Lato (died at age 19)
Jean Nardin (died around 1972)
Sandy Gregory (deceased ??)
David Wassell (deceased)
1965-1979
Michael Taulbee (died 1979)
Howard Philips (deceased)
Rick Ferguson
Mike Hermetz
Linda Lehmkuhl
Sue Stazyk
Earl Bush
Shari Caldwall
Beth Ewing
Roy Greene
1979-
Jeff Gingold
John Mekeel
Rick Maecker
Occasionally, one suddenly turns up. Recently, my (and Ginny's DH Richard) high school's valedictorian started keeping tabs on the class of 1964, and I made contact with Anne Swisher, who'd gone through grades 1-12 with me, played cello in a score I wrote around 1966, and whom I last saw on the day we (and her husband Steve, who'd also gone through 12 years of public schools with us) graduated in 1968 from Miami University. I was really happy to find her.
