Friends

My dear friend Lloyd came up to visit on the train yesterday and is coming back tomorrow! Ain't that great? Lloyd and I met back in about 1970 when I was in 9th grade, Lloyd in 8th. I met him when I moved to Colonial Heights the summer before Ninth grade and knew nobody. Then I met Lloyd and Bobby Tyler and Dean Scott and we became our own little clique. Figures, huh? Me and three gay boys.... But I couldn't have been luckier!! In our younger years we hung out some, but I moved two years later (preacher's kid, you know!). I went to UVa solo in 1975, but in 1976 Lloyd and Bobby enrolled, and Lloyd has been my dear pal ever since. Lloyd is a pharmacist - although I juvenilly told the staff here yesterday that he is a drug dealer! I thought that was funny. Lloyd is real understanding about such juvenile shenanigans. Aren't you, Lloyd? Huh? Lloyd? LLOYD?

Changing the subject, Bobby ended up teaching drama at the University of Georgia. At least I think that's what he does. Here is his picture.

Lloyd and I went to visit Bobby twice about 15 years ago (or more??!) when Bobby was living in San Francisco. We went on many cool excursions while we were there, like to Carmel and to Yosemite, where we actually camped in a tent cabin. Bobby had some kind of theater job at the time, and he'd spent the previous week escorting Joyce Van Patten around in his little car (was it a beetle?), and she, of course. sat in the front passenger seat, so Lloyd and I spent the week playfully trying to finagle things so that we could occupy what we called the "Joyce Van Patten Seat of Honor".