Valerie, my former across-the-street neighbor, moved from Massachusetts to New York City in 1989. When her family arrived on Ridge Road more than forty years ago, her twin daughters fit into one carriage. Once we traded one of our sons for one of her daughters for a school week because they had only girls and we had only boys and we wanted to see how the other half lived. Now she has five grandchildren.
We still talk every Sunday.
Last week instead of running across the street to see her, I drove to Plymouth, MA. which is about halfway between Falmouth where Val is vacationing on Cape Cod and Cambridge where I am. We arrived within minutes of each other at the random restaurant we had chosen with the help of Google and gabbed non-stop until we had stayed too long. Then we drove together to a beautiful nearby beach, sat on a big rock and gabbed some more.
The terrible traffic on my way home didn’t bother me.