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  •  I was going to say Hildy Gallagher, but really (5+ / 0-)

    it was Jim PUrcell.  Hildy lived on the street above our house in the Sausalito Hills.  Her brother Phil was my brother's best friend, and we spent a lot of time up there.  After all, the Gallaghers had a TV, and their mom let them drink things like Hi-C.

    But Jimmy was my first true friend.  My parents owned this place on Josephine Street.  We lived in the main flat, and then there was a basement apartment, and two more apartments on the second floor.  Jimmy moved in right in his early '20s.  He lived, first, in the basement apartment, and then moved upstairs.

    I used to bug Jimmy all the time.  I would walk in unannounced, which led to a story Jimmy still tells, about the morning I walked in while he was in bed with a young lady, and I asked him if that was his mother.

    Jimmy played the piano and, every Saturday, I would go upstairs to his place.  He would make me silver dollar pancakes, and then I stuck around after his musical friends showed up, and he would play jazz with them.

    Jimmy can't play anymore, as his hands have seized up over the years.  And he's now in his late '70s.  I still love him.  I am certain his friendship with me as a very young boy helped in his career as a child psychologist.

    Rather than highlight a piece of music related to a birthday, here's something which reminds me of Jimmy:

    Yes, he was that good.

    Ancora Impara--Michelangelo

    by aravir on Thu May 02, 2013 at 09:25:24 AM PDT

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