....called 'Priscilla' and he was called Eddie. Yes, I still have out the old photo album, so decided to humiliate myself one more time. I honestly think this is one of...oh maybe five of the worst photos of all times I have of myself. Those glasses. Egads. This was a newspaper shot. Four of us had been selected for All Clinic Band. I played the clarinet. Two years younger than I was, Eddie played trombone. He was in my mother's first grade so I had known him forever. Now I'm 'Pris' and he's 'Ed' and he teaches creative writing at the University of Colorado. One of the nicest and kindest men I still know. He puts lights on the Chesterfield, South Carolina Hospice Christmas tree each year for my parents and I do the same for his mother. We both continued to love each other's mothers over the years.