Alicia

(Click image for full size.) © William Anthony
Even though we met in 1984, I've really only known Alicia for a few years. Granted, they were those unforgettable, hallowed "formative years."
Alicia and I went to high school together. As a matter of fact, we carpooled every day for the better part of those four years with our crazy buddy Mike D. (Think Mr. Toad's Wild Ride but without the safety bar over your lap.) Mike had an old Ford Ranger we'd all pile into and jump the steep hills behind our school. Three people, one truck cab, four years. And Alicia always got stuck riding in the middle. Poor girl.
We reconnected at my 20 year high school reunion. At the time she was living somewhere in the frozen Middle-North part of the country. She and her beau recently relocated to Los Angeles to advance their travel/film production company Studio Red Dot. And despite the 20 year gap of radio silence—a silence filled with a separate lifetime of experiences, friends, partners, and career choices—it was as if it was just yesterday we were skipping our late classes to run down to Carl's Junior for shit junk food.
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