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Oh…Arnie, we knew you had to go. We knew it from that first e-mail months ago. You said that you would fight it…of course you would. It was in your nature wasn’t it.

I wish it could have been longer. We might have visited, should have visited. What would we have said? That it was nice knowing you? I don’t think so, even though it’s true. We would have talked about the weather and Donald Trump and what our doctors had to say. We all have doctors with things to say. We would have talked about Paris and people that we know…maybe laughed and thought about what we would have to eat. That’s what people do. That’s what friends would do.

Ours was a passing friendship I suppose. I really hadn’t known him very long. A couple of conversations, a few E-mail exchanges. Dinner in New York. I don’t know what it is that defines friendship. Sometimes it just seems to happen. In other cases it builds up and one day you just realize that it’s there. With Arnie I knew right away. He and Elizabeth were friends of Louise…that’s usually a good start. We meet in Maine…Kennebunkport. Two men, no longer young, on a veranda at a resort hotel watching the sun dancing on the waves, kids running on the beach and people letting summer bake the cold and damp from winter battered bones. He was comfortable to be with. But maybe not for everyone…I think I might be that way too.

We kept in touch.

I have a lot of great friends…and this is what I think. I am glad to know that they exist. I am made richer knowing all of them. I want them to know that I love them

So Arnie…that’s what I wanted you to know. Now you’re gone and I knew you had to go. And if the mystic allows it to be so…we may meet again on some distant sunny shore…sit and share the afternoon on a veranda looking at the sea…sipping rye.

Blues

June 2017

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