Today is April 7, 2014. Today is the day I finally found you my dear, dear Peggy. The last time we “spoke” was 1983. The first time we met was when you moved from Brooklyn to Putnam Lake so Georgie could be closer to his work at U.C. in Elmsford and you took that job at N.Y. Telephone in Mt. Kisco. Corrine was just a little girl then and the Beige Nova was new! I lived in Mt. Kisco, had just started my job with “Ma Bell” and my Aunt & Uncle owned that fabulous Pizza Restaurant on the Lake. It almost seemed preordained that we “click” at our first meeting. Two crazies…a “Hoople” from Brooklyn who hated the “country” and a Kisco Kid who felt stifled by that small town and longed to see its dust! I can still remember when you lived at my mother’s house on and off and how you would drink endless cups of coffee and talk together. So much went on back then it almost too difficult to realize it all now. Through the confusion of those weeks and months there came a time when we packed our bags and “moved” to San Francisco. We were there just long enough for me to drop that screw down into the garbage disposal at the apartment and listen to the grinding noise day in day out until we finally told the Super! Our move was very short lived and I can still see us back in NY coming and going into Manhattan and shopping at Bergdorf’s, eating at fabulous restaurants, walking through Central Park or going to a concert at MSG. I remember the day you took me to Brooklyn to buy wallpaper at Pintchik’s on Flatbush Avenue for the apartment in Dobb’s Ferry and I remember when Corrine came to live with us there for a short time. She was such a great kid! I remember the kitten I got for you just because you wanted one. Yes, Mr. Bo Jangles was with me for the next 19 years and we had a great run together! I remember the trips to and from the apartments you shared with George and your operation just before I entered the Air Force that spring. I remember Pat and Mario and that poor colicky baby girl , and the Veal Cutlets and salad Mario just had to have every day of his life! I remember Barbara & Junior and the stories of Baby Blue eyes & Cadillacs and baby buggies on Shore Road. I remember a troubled and crazy Kevin and “Bopsie” and pretty Francine. I remember stories of The Parkside and 313 13th St. and the whole nine yards but most of all I remember a young and beautiful you, Peggy…My “Maggie May” whose smile lit up rooms and whose eyes danced with fire and whose laughter wrapped ribbons around the world. I remember that flaming red and curly hair that would just not be tamed for long. I remember the girl whose tears could rip your heart open and leave it to bleed into itself. You were so perplexed, so troubled by responsibility and doing the right thing you just couldn’t see your way to another life. It was a time all right…it was a time. I have never forgotten you through all the years that have passed and I never will. You were the sunshine that warmed everyone around you. You cared deeply for your family and you were so loved…so very loved. You were the best person I have ever known and I shall remember you with all the love my heart holds for all the days of my life. Thank you for sharing even a part of your life with me, Peggy…those 5 years were among the most beautiful of my life. Even now, the memories continue to flood in and overtake my heart and mind. May God hold you close and keep you at peace until a time when we may meet again.