Friendship Had Its Home

"There is was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters." -Wallace Stegner

Every now and then I stumble upon a sentence so perfect, so sublime that it plants itself in the cobwebs of my memory and crawls around in there forever. One such sentence comes from Wallace Stegner's "Crossing to Safety." These 24 words take me directly back to a time in my late 20s when I was living in Hollywood. Four dogs, 3 cats, and 2 women in a 1 bedroom apartment. Jennifer was my roommate, with (dogs) Bantif, Jenny-the-dog, Colehouse Walker, Johnny, and (cats) Utley, Towtruck and Doorstop.

Paul and David, lived upstairs; James lived in a "cottage" nearby. We smoked cigarettes and drank French roast coffee like there was no tomorrow. I wish I realized back then how perfect it was; wish I'd been more appreciative of those misspent days and nights.

Sending out love to Jennifer, Paul, Delta, and James.