Obediah

This past Monday evening, I was having half price Mojitos and fried platanos at Rum-Bar with friends. When I received a call on my cell from, according to my caller ID my friend, Monet. Having forgotten to silence my phone I answered; her voice sounded strangely "different" over the background music and lively conversation. After inquiring if everything was "OK" the voice informed me that I was not speaking with Monet. The "voice" then told me that we had not spoken in twenty years, but that we were quite intimate friends.

My mind darted back to Vassar in the early 80's and I foolishly started guessing. I was stupefied, as Monet laughed in the background, behind my callers voice. I excused myself and explained I could not continue the conversation at that moment. My caller would not relent, but agreed to continue our guessing game later in the evening.

Before I could hang up, Monet was on the line laughing deliciously, she was enjoying this moment. I asked her to tell me their identity and she refused. Amazingly enough, I had a flash, it was telepathy of some sort. I knew who it was. I had been speaking with Obediah, my heart jumped.

Obediah Wright was my friend at a crossroads in my early life. When we met he was an Artist, Dancer, Famous, Defiant, Liberated, well traveled and lived a life that I could only envy. After the awe passed he was simply captivating, not for his vast accomplishments, but for himself. I was infatuated and intimidated, but he enveloped me with his warmth and friendship. Earlier this evening I googled him and checked out his website. As I followed link after link I found myself smiling with pride, and a renewed affection for a lost friend.It is such a wonderful feeling when your heart is full. I found a lost friend and I have joy.