While it has been twenty years since Amy and I last met, at our sisters’ high school graduation, I still think of her often.
We spent many days together building Scitamard sets. We both held coveted “straight line painter status”. We always shared Hawaiian pizza during our Saturday lunch breaks.
Perhaps my fondest memory is from 18 August 1992, when we attended a U2 concert together at Saratoga Raceway. I still have the concert program and a bootleg recording from that night.
When I dropped her off at home after the show, I had to say goodbye, for I was leaving for college that very same night. Now I must wish her goodbye again.