𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗛𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗝𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗘

 

From the editor: Just had breakfast at "Super Cream" with Hugh Emerson and Jerry Danache, on the way home found myself humming "Old Friends" by Paul Simon.  Below is the first verse:

"Old friends, old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be 70

Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears"