I wouldn't trade anything for experiencing the Sixties-- this city, the music, my family are all a part of the mix. Another important ingredient were friendships made. When I look back, I had few real close friends. In lots of ways I valued a bit of reclusiveness that my third floor bedroom on Coyle provided. However, I do have two best buds from those times. We've been hanging with each other, in various degrees, since somewhere in the crazy decade. One goes back to Confraternity classes at St. Joseph's, while in seventh grade at Lincoln. Through high school, we sat close to each other in most classes. In the latter years of high school, I spent a lot of time in Gorham. Let's just leave it at--- they were the 'Gorham girls'. I met the other, through high school friends there, while he was walking on South Street. On Christmas Day and usually a sunny August afternoon, the three apostles get together with friends to share stories and a few daiquiris. We did yesterday, and it was riotous laughter and some zany stories as usual. Why the three apostles? Well, if you knew our true identities, you'd know. Best friends: they truly are worth their weight in gold!