Meeting for Business afterward. Long day with Friends; Carol Spawn was there; up from D.C. It’s always great to see her; even if only for a few moments. For a while there, right after my Mom died, she filled in for me as an almost surrogate mom. She hosted my Dad, the few times he came up to see me, she and Wilman too,1x before he died; 1x after. She has gay son, too; which probably helps account for the almost family-like vibe, I’ve felt both from and towards her, in the past. And, presently. She really came to the fore when I came back from Ireland. I think, as the mother of a gay son, my assault was especially galvanizing for her, a “there but for the grace of God,” kind of thing.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.
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