The bad news: I just learned that my grade school best friend, John Hawkins, has died. He and his brother Tom lived down the street from us on Park Drive. We were friends until we lost touch when his family moved, and DR Ginny's husband Richard became my best friend from Junior High through high school. About twenty-five years ago, John called me out of the blue and we reconnected. About five years ago, I told him he should come and visit me in NYC. He didn't take me up on my offer, aqnd just this morning, before I got the email about his death, I was thinking about him, and thinking, if he came to New York now to visit, I'd be a poor guide on that damned walker.