I am a Collector of People

After reading the preceding entry, you may start to wonder if my interest in a long lost friend, Liz Morgan, was the only person I sought out or if this is a on-going personality trait.

If you guessed on-going personality trait, you would be right...over the years (we won't discuss how many), when I make a friend, they become a part of me. Yes, I feel it emotionally, but it is as though they are a part of my physical make up as well.

With the help of the Internet, it is relatively easy to seek out long, lost friends, enemies and lovers...but there seem to be those people who remain elusive to the "spyders" of technology. I seem to have a few of those in my past that I wish had left some sort of "web" trail.

About the same time that I was friendly with Liz Morgan in Allston,MA, there was another free-spirited woman who traveled in her old Volvo with her dog. Her name was Diana Post and on a rare and privileged occasion we traveled together to her parents' home in Norwalk, Connecticut. I don't remember any more of the details, but I know I treasured the time.

Maybe the key to why these friend are so difficult to find now is that they were "free spirits" in the late 60's/ early 70's and probably remained so throughout their lives. I am sure that was part of the reason I enjoyed them so much. I wanted more of that free spirit in me!

More lost friends to follow!

Of George Carlin and Liz Morgan

Back when I was in college at Northeastern University in the late 60's, I was living in a 3-decker in Allston. Next door was a duplex. Somehow, I became acquainted with the woman next door. She was 10 years older than I was, married with 3 children. I only remember her children's names...Dawn, Kim, and David and her husband's name Jerry.

She became a wonderful friend...she told me stories about another friend of hers who was a friend of George Carlin and how she (Liz) had spoken with him on the phone. I thought..."how cool".

There was a short period of time where I needed a place to live and Liz stepped up and told me I could stay with her and her family. My mom (overwhelmed by the late 60's) didn't know how to thank her, so my Mom sent her a tablecloth and wrote her a long letter.

Liz wasn't very tall, but had an Asian look about her eyes (although she was not of Asian descent), had very long black hair and would sit at the kitchen table with a freshly brewed cup of coffee...not to drink it...but just to inhale its aromatic steam.

We spoke of love, sex, marriage and more. For some reason, after I moved out, I don't even remember how or why we lost touch. I've tried to find her many times using the internet, but to no avail...and every time I would see George Carlin on TV and laugh, I thought about Liz and what a great friend she was to me.

With George Carlin's death this past week, my thoughts once again drifted to Liz. My greatest fear is that I missed my opportunity to once more tell her how much she meant to me. I can only hope that with this blog, somehow someone will recognize her name and tell me what happened to Liz Morgan.

History, Legacy, and the Shame of Media

Below the Belt: A Biweekly Column by NOW President Kim Gandy

June 05, 2008
As Hillary gets ready to concede...thoughts.

Of Biased Elections and More

I have serious questions about the manner in which the media and the DNC continue to push Hillary into a corner. Whoever thought that women have come a long way, just need to look at this primary to see the degredation Senator Clinton has received from the media.