I love a good roadtrip. Especially when it involves dropping in on friends I’ve not seen in the longest of times. From LA to Palm Desert and Palm Springs, to Scottsdale, Maricopa, and Tucson, to San Diego and back to LA, the 2000+ miles went all the quicker because of the reconnections made along the way. It’s says something about the strength of friendships ewhen I can drop an email to someone I’ve not seen since I last worked with them in 1992, tell them I’m going to be in town, and they immediately issue an invite to stay.
To have this happen repeatedly is even more remarkable. Quite fittingly, on our last morning in LA, we went to visit Hollywood Forever, a cemetery near Paramount Studios where many of the greats are buried. Johnny Ramone’s epitaph says it all about the correlation between success and friends. I’m with him on this one.
I had a vague memory of a poem from my school days by Robert Frost. I went in search of it and found it. For those of you who took the time out of your schedules to meet and treat and host us, this is for you. We’re looking forward to reciprocating the hospitality, next time you’re our side of the pond.
A time to talk
When a friend calls me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Robert Frost (1874-1963)
I’m having terrible trouble with jetlag. It’s as bad as I ever remember it being – and then some. But at the end of what’s been a great three weeks, I’m truly grateful for the friends life has given me. You know who you are. It was fun. Thanks for taking the time to talk. Let’s not leave it 26 or 27 years till next time 🙂