When Paul finally decided to leave Amazon and Seattle, we threw him a huge bash at the Alibi Room.
I wrote him a poem to send him off; it was filled with inside jokes and the like. Near the end of the evening I gave it to him on a piece of paper.
He read it once, and then took out his lighter and burned it to ashes. Then he looked up at me and said “Thanks, man.”
Angie and I went to Junior High School together in Beverly Hills. During those awkward early teen years, she was quite skinny with long hair covering her face. Those trademark lips were barely visible. She was aloof, but nice to me because I was a relatively new kid and I didn’t have many friends.
At our graduation, my mom sat next to Angie’s father, Jon Voight. My mom was so excited about that even though I had no idea who he was (movie stars are generational).
I haven’t seen her since then because she went to a different high school.
My current office was alex’s office first, many years ago. His bumper stickers are still up on the door—my favorite is “Go work on your website.”
Because she’s my wife, and she’s kind, funny, intelligent, and up for adventure.
Alex will go to coffee with me and just talk. We’ll talk about fencing, the interweb, relationships, music, photography … all the good stuff. He’s always got interesting comments and observations. I leave smarter than I arrived. Long live Edelman!
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