Patrick sent me this post card in July 1975, trying to reach me in Phoenix. As a result, we reconnected in person after a decade’s absence. I was 19.
That summer trip and the events that followed deserve several chapters in a book I’ll likely never write.
Patrick Meadows 1934 – 2017.
It’s awesome that you have so many momentos upon which to reflect, even if some of the memories are painful. Pain, I’ve learned, is a part of life…at least it seems that way. Love!