June 23, 2008
The countdown has started. Eight days left, and trying to figure out the arrangements for one last get together. It doesn’t seem possible that at the end of the month she’ll be gone, even if I haven’t seen a lot of her in the last two years – we always knew we could get together. New York has been a part of her, a part of me, for so long. I remember entrusting Linnie to her and her Brooklyn apartment when I went on my Egyptian ArtTour in 1990, going out to the Café Brussel followed by dancing at the Bank.