Just finished putting Chapter Two on the Preview page and I've got to get to bed - in order to hie myself down to San Pedro in the morning. I wish it were appropriate to say something really silly and witty here - my friend Dan, at least, would appreciate it - but it's hard to be irreverent when you're contemplating standing on the deck of a boat as the earthly remains of one of your closest and dearest friends for forty years are scattered into the sea.
It's been a difficult day. Dan Symmes wasn't a religious person (although we did get married in a church and he'd been a church summer camp counselor as a teen), so the Memorial get-together was held in the one space available with a 3D TV so footage of Dan and his work could be shown - at a sports bar in Santa Moncia. First memorial on record where everyone (at one time or another) put on 3D glasses. Lots of very wounded folks got up to share their stories and observations of our friend. I was very grateful that David was there with me and that brother Bob showed up. Kathie and her friend Thomas drove from Lancaster and Shawna arrived from Burbank with her daughter Cheyenne (I wouldn't have my Shawna - or that wonderful book cover - if Dan Symmes hadn't been there to save her from the accident that could have taken her life when she was only seven).
So David drove us home over Topanga Canyon (my favorite route because the first part of the drive is next to my ocean) and then almost immediately turned around to get to a performance. I fumbled around the house for a while and then spent a couple of hours at a pot luck holiday evening at the home of friends.