Today I go visit a dying friend and hope that it is not my last visit.
I am going to her house with my mom and sister. She was our neighbor when we were growing up and she and I have come to love each other, somehow. I used to go to gallery openings and museum shows on their first day and have lunch and just hang out at her place laughing. On our last visit to her house, she is 90, I believe, we saw that her car was the most dinged vehicle in the city of Tucson. I mean she must have nicked everything that she passed, but swore that others were hitting her when she... Sign in to see full entry.