This morning a colleague stopped by. Martha Stewart and I have been friends since college and attended Woodstock together. We both lived in Seneca hall which, at the time, was something like the last days of Rome. Even in the midst of such turmoil, Ms. Stewarts room was an oasis of gracious living.
While grilling fresh Boston mackeral together on a hot plate one sunday afternoon, (I suggested a quick lemon juice marinade, so as to let the fish speak for itself.) we were brainstorming business ideas. She suggested Jupiter Construction with the motto "Our prices are out of this world." I suggested a magazine simply called "Living". She thought that was stupid and suggested a magazine called "Walking Around and Breathing and Doing Stuff." I thought that was a bit long.
We went our own ways but, through the magic of Facebook, we reconnected a a few months ago. When Martha stopped by this morning, I steamed up a whole fish for her in one of those bamboo steamers. We both aggreed that it's kinda funny how life turns out.
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