Part of my preparation for going to Alaska was to have my favorite sandwich from the Hollar Restaurant in Madrid. They have been closed due to the pandemic, but reopened on the 4th of March. I had planned to have lunch on Tuesday while working at the gallery, then, I saw that my friend Lucy was playing at brunch on Sunday. Having not seen her in awhile I thought it would be a great time to go. The sun was out and the town was crowded, thought for the most part people had masks and were social distancing. I got to the Hollar and placed my order, Seared Tuna Sandwich, then found a table.
There are only a few "Hugs" that I truly remember. The first one came in the late '60s or early '70s, I was at Olympic Village in Squaw Valley California at a dance. I was walking though the crowd with a couple of girls I had meet skiing. When out of the dark a girl jumped into my arms gave me a huge hug, then she disappeared into the night. By the time I realized who she was she was gone. Another time I had met a young lady, again at Squaw Valley though a different year. We hit it off from the moment we met and spent the next week together. At one point we were in the shower, she was in my arms, when our movement caused the hot water to turn off. The cold water in a cabin, in the winter at Lake Tahoe is very cold. Needless to say when the water hit her back she squeezed me very tightly.
This brings us back to the Hollar, where Lucy took me in her arms and held on tightly and for a long time. I do love a great hug and am fortunate to have had three really incredibly, memorable Hugs.
My thanks to Carolyn, Eva and Lucy.
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