We have memories as long as the road that stretches out before me

I spent the afternoon with my oldest friend Sue, whom I have known since second grade. Seriously, that is a long time. We grew up together in the same quaint little neighborhood in Lexington, living our days after school out-of-doors building retreats in the woods, pretending to ride horses, making a celebratory cake for the Beatles arrival, driving to NY for coffee in a Mustang convertible, and always talking about boys. Over the years she has become my rock. It's interesting to me that we differ politically and in so many ways, yet we share so much. I don't know how that is possible, but it is. It is respect despite our differences with history. Amazing.