The tiny 3-bedroom (as big as most one bedrooms) was kind of a dump, but it sat right on a glorious beach, had a deck, and everyone was there to forget work and just have fun.
Terri and I became good friends. She grew up in the city, went to NYU, and spent many years on the Upper Westside. Then, she moved to NJ, had a baby, raised him on her own, and has been living in Florida for the past seven years or so.
The last time I saw Terri was when we met for dinner in May of 2013. It's scary how fast time flies. She texts me the other day, says she'll be in NY, and we make plans to meet for dinner — along with Ken, her boyfriend of two years.
We meet at Cookshop.
Terri is beautiful, edgy, smart, accomplished, and liberal. She seems content. Her life is good. Terri's 16-year old son is doing well. Her job is fine (she has worked for the same financial company for 25 years and I still don't really understand what she does, but it sounds complicated and above my level of understanding). She is in amazing shape with arms I'd kill for. And she loves the more-laid back life that Florida offers.
None of this is surprising. What is surprising is Ken. He's good-looking and could be a double for Joe Mantegna.
Ken's very smart. Well informed. Interesting. Articulate. And.... a big Trump supporter. The first one I've ever really met.
We start to talk politics and I quickly realize that I am out of my league. I don't have the knowledge to effectively argue. And even though Ken knows his facts and can argue them all effectively, I doubt I'll ever be convinced that we have a good man in office.
Dinner is excellent. The company too. Seeing Terri is always nice. But seeing her so happy is especially nice. Oh and Ken? Aside from his politics he's pretty great too.
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