I’m feeling particularly grateful today. For so many things. This is one of my favourite photos – my bestest friend Jess and I. The top one (in white) was taken when we were about 16. Those were the days of innocence. Before greying hair (collars and cuffs), meno-pot and enduring the deaths of friends and loved ones. Our lives were crammed with ordinary activities – school, sports, pyjama parties (remember baby dolls?), squabbling with our siblings, drum corps practice and trips to exciting places like Lackawanna, New York for the Pulaski Day parade where we saw John F. Kennedy the year before he was gunned down in Texas. He was all tanned and handsome on the back deck of an open convertible.  Sneaking her…

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