Yesterday was my 17th quit-smoking anniversary.
I looked through my photo trunk for a particular shot of my mother and me taken in the early 1980s at a bar when both of us had cigarettes in our hands, or at least that is how I recall the scene. But I couldn't find it so I brought this shot downstairs to ask Michael if it would bother him for me to post it at my blog, this being a shot of me and another man, and he marvelously said it would not bother him. He agrees that it is a great photo. So outstanding, in fact, that when Michael and I went to New York to be married in 1995 we went to this exact area there at Liberty Island and set our camera on auto-shot for a series of poses. The results were sweet b&w pictures of us, but we both agree they are not this shot in terms of photographic art. And it remains a mystery why, in our honeymoon shots, the World Trade Center was faded in the background so as to be nearly undetectable against a clear sky. In fact, in one photo neither tower is visible at all. A strange foreshadowing perhaps.
This iconic New York kissing couple shot was taken by an agreeable tourist in March 1989 of bfk and me. Many of you have seen those initials here at Writerquake when I posted about his operatic musical, bfk's Oedipus. You can hear it at the link or at the linked badge at the end of my sidebar. He also leaves pithy and astute comments here from time to time. We have known one another since 8th grade German class and continued on through high school together, when he bested the rest of us by graduating a year early. I later joined him at the University of Nevada, Reno, for some years. He moved to New York City around the same time as when my first husband and I moved to Oregon...somewhere in the mid-1970s. We stayed in touch through marriages, divorces, and other life-change units. Connected in a big way there in his city in 1989 when we both were free and we both were smokers, as shown frozen in time here. Then came the silent years that usually kill old friendships.....
Facebook. What can I say? It has the capacity to end those silent years and it brought my friend back to me last year. After a short course of getting-reacquainted messages I asked bfk if he still smokes and learned that he too quit. That was in the past.