Wednesday, May 23, 2012
I know I've mentioned in one post having friends named York, Hillel, Hunter and of course, Denton. There is a Joe and Tom thrown in there too, I suppose.
I think I've mentioned him a few times before, but even with all the other trips I do to California, I have not gotten an opportunity to see him.
Morty and I met York 20 years ago this month !!!! Can you believe that, Mort? We were on a lost week(end) that ended in New Orleans.
I've remained friends with York ever since..
He's just one of those people I clicked with - and months, or longer, can go by and we pick up with no sense of weirdness. Not bad considering we've only actually seen each other in person a little more than a half dozen times in these two decades.
When we met, I was very smitten with him. That turned to friendship and has endured. When catching up with him for the six hours we sat around his house, I could see glimpses of why I was smitten. Being older and arguably wiser, looking back, I can't imagine that would have ever come to fruition.
Ahhhh youth. Though 28 doesn't seem that young. Well, I would have been 28 at the time, him a bit older.
This pic makes him look old too. He represents much better in real life than in the three pictures I took. I look slightly different in each one - he looks exactly the same frame by frame.
Still, it was good to catch-up. His partner, Stuart, was there when I arrived, and it was nice to see him again as well. I was supposed to have drinks with the aforementioned Hillel, but my "lunch" with York went on that six hours - and I still had to drive an hour back to my hotel....so Hillel will have to wait until the next trip. He understood though.
Just for shits and giggles - not so much the giggles part - here is York and myself back in 1994 (?) in LAX. I was flying through and he came to meet me between lay-overs. Pre-9/11 when one could still to meet people at the gate.
There is something to be said for youth, but something to be said for aging.
Song by: Matthew Sweet