|Posted on July 5, 2010 at 11:02 PM|
I have chronologically spent more than a few decades on this planet, and a gift most rare is to arrive at this place in time with real friends present just as they were at the beginning.
My good friend Bob DiPaolo called today to say hello and to reaffirm what we mean to one another. With that, he gave me license to tell his part in my life story. We grew up together in Roxbury, Massachusetts and have known each other from the first grade, through graduating from high school in the same class, to the present day. Bob is the genuine article--"My Friend."
On this same day I was able (because of my ghostwriter) to locate Jeremy Ives. Thank God for the Internet! I was a young Balletomane with a great gift for the discipline of dancing the Ballet. I was taking classes at the American Ballet Theatre on 57th Street between Eighth and Ninth Avenues. Jeremy at the time was dancing with ABT later moving on to the New York City Ballet and then to the Metropolitan Ballet where he danced for 15 years. When I got him on the phone today we were both speechless for a moment; not since we were in our twenties had we spoken. We were inseparable in our youth! Now, he with a 41 year old son and I with sons aged 42 and 44 shared a conversation that confirmed what we were then and what we are today, "Still Friends." Jeremy, too, was adamant about sharing our story.