Doggone, I hate losing touch with friends, don’t you? Sometimes it just happens — somebody moves away and you promise you’ll stay in touch and at first you do. But the days slip by, become weeks, months, and then it’s Christmas and birthday cards and one day you realize you haven’t heard from her in ages. It’s a natural progression of life, I guess. Other times it’s deliberate which is sad. Case in point, Barbara and I were roommates back in the 60s. We took vacations together and had some great adventures. She moved to San Francisco, but came to visit me when I lived in London. I went to visit her when she lived in Paris. Twenty years ago we met up in Arizona when she was there to sort out her mother’s estate. Barbara and I were opposites in many ways. Most ways I guess:  I am conservative,… Read More »