Meeting a Friend

This morning I met an old friend at Powell's Books, the greatest bookstore in Portland and the greatest bookstore I know. The friend was Margaret Lehman, and I hadn't seen her for probably 7 years, and then probably 20 years before that. She was a friend of mine during my last year of college and after. I was in my early 20's and she was around 40. Now I'm 53 and she's 70. We met in the coffee shop of Powell's. Her hair was white, but I still recognized her right away. Powell's was a bit hectic, so we went to another coffee place. She told me about her life, I told her about mine. There was a good deal of warmth between us. Margaret is one of a kind. As we were leaving the shop, she pointed out her car to me--a bright yellow Porsche. Good for you, Margaret, in more ways than I can say here.