It’s always amazing to me the opportunities I’ve received as a result of my writing online. It never occurred to me that I would one day be writing about people who were as surreal to me as trip to Mars.
I’ve just left an event, assigned by my editor to cover the appearance of Georgia Durante, a writer with an awesome story to tell [google her] and had the opportunity to chat with her about various things. The story will appear in about two weeks.
But the amazing thing to me is the happenstance meeting of a group of women at whose table I was assigned to sit. Seven of them in all, they were a group of friends who had helped each other through all kinds of situations, some great and not so great, for forty years. They were attending this luncheon/book signing because of their love of literature and were fascinated with the author.
They were the 60- something version of me and the Ducks.
The more we talked, the more we shared (even allowing them to view the duck tattoo on my shoulder) and the more we laughed the more I realized I had been given another gift in which to do the thing I love best. Write.
I also was privileged to sit with the photographer who was the primary force in Georgia’s life as he was the one who selected her for the Kodak job as the first bikini clad “Summer Girl” for all those publicity photos in the 60’s.
Leaving the restaurant and jumping into my little green car, a smile on my face from east to west, I murmured yet another prayer of thanks – to be able to walk in this world, to be able to meet the interesting people that cross my path, and to once again say thanks to the readers who respond to my columns, whether it be good or not so good.
I never knew how good it could be.
