Ours was a meeting brought about by Le Internet. I needed a room. Her apartment had a room. Boom. Roommates/pals.
The living room walls of my old apartment are covered in words. Almost every inch of available space holds stacks of Kerouac and Murakami, old issues of Harper’s Bazaar and a little bit of Pollan. Melinda put all the books there and this reason alone could have sealed our friendship.
But beyond the books, she’s so creative and caring, she hands out the best advice, and has a pinboard dedicated to the original BH 90210. This one is a good egg. Mel, I miss your nail polish stash but I’m so glad to have you just down the street.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY (a day late)!
[Photo nabbed from here. Taken last Saturday in Red Hook.]