There are no strangers here; only friends you haven’t yet met

When I lived in New York, I spent a labor day week-end in Philadelphia, with a friend. I had been on the east coast eleven months, and it was an end of summer farewell. I loved the historical points of interest that I witnessed from my window seat as she drove along the Delaware River. She was half- Irish and half- Philippine and classy in every sense of the word. She had a decade on me, and had lived in Italy, serving as an attaché to some dignitary.