So, last night at 7:30. Laura returned my call. This is where it gets weird. The caller was Laura Parker, whom I last saw in 1979, in Middletown, Ohio, when she was around 10 years old. Her parents were friends of DR Ginny's and mine. Her uncle was my NYC friend, operatic baritone William Parker, who died from AIDS around 1990. It was at Will's memorial; that I last saw Laura's father John. By that point, her parents had divorced, and her mother had remarried an old community theater friend of mine. They all - Laura, her family, her mother and stepfather -are now living in Santa Barbara, CA. She swore she did not try to call me, so we figure it was the cosmos telling us to reconnect.
