connections; partings

[coyotegoth]

And, in the "odd ways the universe intersects" department: Upon entering Amtrak's South Station in Boston, I promptly bump into someone I've not seen in the last five years- I knew him somewhat from the days when I did the Boston/New York AIDS Ride (I bike a little now, but hardly at that level). We chat; he asks when I'll be riding again (forty pounds and a healthier back from now, although I didn't phrase it that way to him); home to my sister's. Then, I log on, and see that John Schlesinger has died... and I remember that, quite aside from his honorable career as a director, he also pledged me for each of the three years I did the Ride.


Rest in peace, Mr. S.