tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974091675931753598.post5065718031287215725..comments2024-03-25T11:04:21.626-04:00Comments on Tell Me a Story: Love Stories: Brian and JohnDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08504478996320176849noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974091675931753598.post-82241803924869000082014-10-27T18:25:59.102-04:002014-10-27T18:25:59.102-04:00you sir, are wonderful times infinity!you sir, are wonderful times infinity!Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08504478996320176849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974091675931753598.post-10199154607466387122014-10-27T09:21:22.578-04:002014-10-27T09:21:22.578-04:00These are all great love stores. Here’s a differen...These are all great love stores. Here’s a different angle on one. Back when I was still wearing short pants, I got a job at a copy store so I could make enough dough to pay the rent and save for a trip around the world. Almost immediately, I met a chick named Donna. Smart, brassy, funny as all hell, well traveled, she’d clearly been around the block a time or two, and had the stories to show for it, but was also endlessly curious about how people work and how the world works (and doesn’t). We started hanging out a lot – weekly dinners were our habit for a long time – and over the years, we saw each other through a lot of life’s adventures and vicissitudes. Part of those circumstances have been watching other friends split up or just vanish into the mist. Yet here we are, eons later, and Donna and I are still having dinner, laughing and crying at the world and at ourselves, together. As Tevye said, “If that’s not love, what is?”HSBnoreply@blogger.com