One day many years ago
Harry made a dinner party.
He invited Peter. We
were all young. The living room
was red not orange. Twelve of us
sat at a long table in the living room
that Harry said was a mead hall now.
We began that night to eat
and laugh and drink. So many
years now, I can’t count them.
I remember learning that you had gotten married when I read your article (was it for a last-page feature?) in Ms. :)
Ahh the Mead Hall.....memories of Beowulf and Grendel and Grendel's mother. Sometimes, like right now, I feel I could be like Grendel's mother. Do you think Mead is as tasty as Negroni? I've recently taken to a Gin martini.