|In happier times, as they always say when they don't know exactly when a pic was taken.|
|Two of the three a year ago this week, overlooking Yankee Stadium, Bronx, June 2013|
What should we have done? Probably by that time, nothing. The last time I saw Elaine was in September. I know because it's on my blog. Goodbye New York/Goodbye friends/Goodbye conversation that never ends.
Well, that conversation ended. A month later I was on the Amtrak train home when Barb called, hysterical, to say she had found Elaine's body. I wrote this obit.
I love Elaine, but I was mad at her. I guess I'm over it, though, because I recently dreamt that she and Barb and I were going out to dinner. "Elaine," I said. "I thought you were dead!!"
Happy birthday, Elaine. Miss you mucho.