Going to the Prom?

Betty B____. (out of respect, I won't use her last name here)

I didn't date much in high school. I took out one girl once and dated another girl for a couple of months. When prom time came up there was no one to ask. I had not yet realized that I was a homosexuist, although all the mannerisms signs were there. So I asked Betty. She was one of the guys who I sometimes drank with. I really don't remember too much about that night because at some point I passed out from too much drink and marijuana. Betty went on to major in Physical Education (like me) and the last I heard, was a practicing lesbian. Go figure.

Fifteen years later, when I was a supervisor of crews in the offshore oil industry, I was interviewing guys for offshore work. A guy came in, all neatly dressed in a black suit and sat down. He had Betty's (unusual) last name. It turned out, of course, that he was Betty's younger brother. I had last seen him when he was about 6 years old. I hired him.

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for the wonderful and attentive staff at Mom's nursing home; they keep me informed of anything of importance

that since selling Mom's home, some of my mornings are a bit less hectic

for a powerful Step 2 meeting yesterday

for progress at letting things go that used to drive me nuts

for some curiousity to find out what life and my HP are trying to teach me

that a close friend has agreed to tag along with me to London later this year

Lives based on having are less free than lives based on doing or being.
-E.Y. Harburg