Lisa and I played barbies growing up. We've known each other since 1974 and are still friends, talking weekly, but see each other only a couple of times a year.

She came over about a week ago and I pulled out a taped up box I had had since high school and college and hadn't looked out for 20 years or more. I knew there were some letters and school notes passed in class that she and I had written. We went through the box of memories, laughing and laughing.

I saved most of my creative writing from H.S. and college. Man, was I a tortured soul then as I am today. And I knew then I wanted to be "a writer".... 'cept I was discouraged by most adults because writers are poor and sad, so I followed more practical college majors and career paths.

I will pull out and share tidbits from this box of musty old stuff.... things that seem fun or relevant. Here's a poem from 1983 I wrote....