I am feeling very mellow at the moment, a bit melancholy, and listening to songs from the 60s and 70s.
Rick Snelling was a very good friend from my hometown who died from AIDS in the late 1980s. His brother and sister-in-law were good friends of my parents and I had gone to school with his brother Jack. He was one of the most outrageous gay men I've ever known, and he was a wonderful friend frm 1970 or so util I moved to Manattan in 1979. Shortly after that, he relocated to San Francisco with someone he met, and I learned about his death from my mother.
He was traveling with me in one of my dreams last night, and I've spent the morning wondering what brought him into my subconscious and why that now has me mourning and missing dead friends.