I' m lost digging through my old files and trunks

Oh Carey - Do you know what mental damage you have caused by turning 50??? Are we really that old now?

Way up in the dark, dank, scary attic (actually it's in the storage garage) lies a trunk full of photos, mementoes, failed tests, bad report cards, and calculus notebooks. That is where my memories of college, grad school, and Alaska are deeply hidden. Such company old photos of you keep - there you are, right next to old drawings for Phil Grausman's class (did I even spell his name correctly?? How long has it been??).

Whether it was back at UVA in the A-school, at Yale in the A and A, sharing a home on Dwight Street with Mary and living in the upper attic floor of that drafty apartment (I'm still cold), or up in Alaska trying to avoid bears and puffins - there are lots of memories but why can't I find more damn photos? Was it that was I was always sleeping? (When in doubt, take a nap!) Stopping to see you in Santa Fe on my drive across the country to Seattle and playing in the snow as we walked around town; visiting you when we came to ski at Taos and having a wonderful dinner with you and Jean; visits to San Francisco first with Robin and now with Tim; coming down with Laurel for your wonderful wedding celebration; your visits to Seattle to go hiking in the Olympics, sailing on the boat, or just hanging around town with Rick - incredibly fun times we have had. And the ones yet to come!

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR FRIEND!

I did find one picture of us at your graduation and two shots from hiking in the Olympics. I'll keep digging to see what other monsters I can find in that trunk....

Love,

BVD