Monday, March 4, 2013
I've written about one of the few friends left from the college days in this space. There was a long phone conversation on the 25th anniversary of our graduation in 2008. I called her again in December, after Sandy Hook. If you dig through the archives you can find that entry. To make a long story short, she lives about 20 miles away from Newtown, and works in a school. I was compelled to call with my concerns, and I'm glad I did. It was great to hear her voice.
Fast forward to one week ago. Her daughter has chosen to attend the University of Scranton, so both mother and soon-to-be college student were in town for another look around. My college friend and I arranged to meet up for lunch, the first face-to-face contact in three decades.
I have to level with you. I was terrified. Our phone conversations always went well, and there was no rational reason to be afraid. I think I feared, that after thirty years, it would be like meeting a total stranger.
It was like Marywood College, 1979-83 all over again. We talked about everything, past, present and future. A two hour lunch seemed like two minutes.
I know pictures of us, on graduation day, exist. I'm sorry. I couldn't find them. I'll keep looking.
My friend will be back in late summer, to help her daughter move in to one of the U's dorms. I look forward to the visit.
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