Tomorrow morning I catch a train into New York City.
In 1952 Kathleen lived three houses up and across the street.
My parents moved the family to New Jersey from Indiana in 1952. I am wearing the blue snowsuit. I had not yet met Kathleen.
By the time the seasons had changed and I was wearing red overalls, Kathleen and I had become friends.
We had our ups and downs, as all relationships do. Through it all our bond grew stronger in spite of the distance between us as we went our separate ways after graduating from high school in 1969. Three days ago Kathleen turned 60. The next three days will be spend together, laughing, talking, walking, drinking wine, eating chocolate, having adventures in New York City and celebrating life, love and friendship.