This is Adrian.
He is leaving New York.
When we videotaped Florence in her kitchen (the picture up on top is from that taping), Adrian lent us his camera and then lent us his heart. He wrangled Florence. Only a man with a heart could do that. Realizing her image would be expression that went beyond her piano she did what she usually did when old pain ached. She got angry, and then strident. But that day she did not destroy. That's because regardless of what I asked her to do or not do, Adrian was on her side. She recognized a kindred soul. Someone not born here but born with what truly is here.
Sometimes A Friend Is A Cole Porter Song
(April 7, 2009)
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