catching up

Ivy was my roommate when I moved to New York City 40-some years ago. She was a native, and could show the out-of-owner the ropes. We lived in barely acceptable apartments in marginal neighborhoods (back then there were marginal Manhattan neighborhoods) ,and then the city mouse and the country mouse switched roles. I got custody of Max's Kansas City and CBGB's and Studio 54 and People magazine, and she moved to the country to paint her mailbox blue. Four marriages and a dozen careers later (most of them hers), she is back in the city (well, Queens). And we can still gab in the kitchen like we used to.