Shyam's Wedding

Waiting with my luggage for a train into the city. After work, I'll make a couple connections: flying out of San Jose tonight with Mundeep, then meeting up Saji and Nina at JFK in the morning, from where we'll all fly to Vermont.

It's strange and cool to look back on all the years I've known Shyam and to get to see him in his new habitat. The Jenny Thing certainly is in diaspora now with none living closer than 90 miles of another. (That's me and Ehren; we see each other every month or so.) Folsom, San Diego, New Hampshire with Missouri on deck... I'm the last Bay Arean standing, for now anyway.

Still, my fondness for the boys is surely deeper than our salad days, which, in addition to notable camaraderie, were filled with at least one giant ego, miniature senses of self, and much artistic angst farming. The good parts now stand in well-lighted silhouette. And so, something worthwhile is transformed into something priceless and lifechanging.

Plus, if we were still in close quarters, surely we'd have killed one another by now. So, you know, there's that.