And even though I've outlived all my closest male friends, I still have contact with extraordinary people. Mark Marchus is one of the unheralded wonders of the world, a filmmaker, writer, philosopher, inventor, entrepreneur, and an old fart even older than I. He likes to call us a dying breed and he probably is right but at the same time, he's not hiding under a rock but on his blog and in conversations sharing what a long life of thinking has shown him. He's one of the few people I know that I can't keep up with.
Terry Simons spent a long time as a relatively invisible poet and playwright, and general cynic in the Northwest Portland bar scene, before technology gave him an opportunity to go public with Round Bend Press, which continues to expand its authors' list and also continues to get well-deserved recognition.
Lynne Fuqua in L.A. is someone I've known since she was a kid, the daughter of a good friend of mine in L.A. She later wrote songs for some of my plays and remains as close a friend as I have today, and certainly the longest.
Harriet holds down the fort |
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