Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Mary Barnsdale has a birthday


We were briefly an item, back in the day. That it didn't work out was entirely due to my ongoing post-divorce nervous breakdown, which took the form of a sudden spasm of agoraphobia as the 1990s began. We have remained friends, and I've always looked back on our liaison as a providential meeting in exile of two citizens of a common country. My warmest wishes go out this evening...

1 comment:

Mary said...

Goodness! I just came across this. Have I mentioned lately that you are one of my very favorite people? (Even if I don't, you know, actually see you very often or show up at the Italian film nights.)