The Pegs in My Life

I love having two Peg1's in my life! In our last post, we talked about my lifelong friend, Peggy Pascal, flying into Dallas for one night to celebrate my birthday. When Peggy and I were growing up, it felt as if we lived in the same house. Although our mothers weren't friends, they often cooked the same thing for dinner because they both shopped the sales at our local grocery. When our parents went away, we would stay with each other. The first time I got drunk was at a Passover Seder held at the house of one of Peggy's relatives. We shopped for our after-prom outfits together, sunburned ourselves in an effort to be gorgeous for prom, and routinely dared each other to do stupid stuff. The worst was taking a my family's canoe out on Lake Michigan without my parents' knowledge and getting stuck in a huge storm that came on, at least to us, unexpectedly. We were rescued by another friend's father in his motorboat.



The other Peg1 in my life is Peggy Davenport. Peggy came into our life 13 years ago because she was seeing a good friend of ours, Charlie. Since then we have sadly lost contact with Charlie but Peggy has become family. She has the most generous spirit who loves her friends, her friends' human and animal families and her own family and animals with a special ferocity. Our dog, Rusty, came into our lives when Peggy was living in Cedaredge. This wonderful dog showed up on the doorstep of the farmhouse she was renting. His human companions had moved several miles from the farmhouse long before Peggy arrived. Rusty had apparently decided that the farmhouse was his true home and made the pilgrimage back more than a few times according to the neighbors. Anyway, we'll always be thankful that Peggy allowed us to share him for the rest of his days.



I didn't get a picture of Peggy P. but Jamie was able to get a pic of Peggy D. on my last visit to Broomfield.