Wednesday, September 12, 2001

I wanted to say this yesterday, but, well…

There is something to be said, I think, for sharing stories with old friends and new ones in a funky art space with a supportive audience applauding and laughing and crying and hugging.

There is something to be said for lifting a glass and dancing with abandon and meeting a boy and sharing a smile.

There is something to be said for trains that take you to see old friends you haven't met yet and learning the immortal lesson that everything is funnier if it involves pirates.

There is something to be said for a lazy breakfast and a leisurely walk through a sunlit park with someone who knows this city and loves it like no other and realizing that it is still possible to step off a path and share a joint and go back in time.

There is something to be said for all of these things, indeed. And that something is "Thank you."