On two of my oldest friends
Amy and I met when we were seven; Liz and I became friends more than a lifetime later, when we were 15 and appearing in our school production of The Music Man. Had someone told us in those halcyon high school days when, amongst our small, tight-knit group (alas, the others did not make it to Porto) we sat on the floor outside our lockers at 7 am and tried to cram in a last bit of studying for an AP US History test, or danced about the school computer lab in the midst of editing the weekly paper, or drove to the mall in Liz’s ancient maroon van, that just about another lifetime later we would happen to converge in Portugal, I think we would have been quite amazed. I feel very fortunate that I had such good taste in people when I was young.
