With all of the posts of late about my past life, it was ironic to visit history in the flesh on Thursday. My high school pal J.T. was in New York from his home in South Carolina for an extended weekend, with friend Mike. I hadn't seen J.T. in 27 years—until last November, when Donna Mae Moose and I had a reunion in Lynchburg. And now, twice in seven months. What do ya know.
We met at the eternally youthful Splash Bar in Chelsea, joined at the beginning by Ayhan.
To my mind one and all ought to look at this.
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