Two days before Christmas, I met my college friend Suzanne Brubaker (nee Cantwell) at a Starbucks south of Indianapolis. We talked for 3.5 hours. Not having seen each other in 15 years or so, exchanging only Christmas and Birthday notes throughout the years, I was confident the young woman who impacted me during sorority rush 24 years ago would impact …
08.08.08
On 7.7.’77, I was sixteen, working at Publix in Cutler Ridge, FL. One of the bag boys, Ronny Paul, said today is 7.7.’77 and noted how many years it would be before we had 8.8.’88, and 9.9.’99 and now it’s 8.8.08. What’s in a number anyway? Here’s what I wrote in my diary on July 7, ’77. “Today is 7,7,’77 …