There’s a triad in my life that is positively delightful. My gals Gwen and Jen. We bonded years ago during a raucaus stint on a contentious Board at a school that will remain unmentioned back in the nineties. We’re an odd lot, them 5 footers, me 6 foot. Them brunettes, me the only “natural” blonde. We’re celebrating a 50th this week in a dreamy summer home in Martha’s Vineyard. We take the red eye. That’s Gwen, she’s a little blurry. (We have cocktails before we get on the plane.)
After the redeye from L.A. to Boston, we hop on a little tiny Cape Air plane. Sometimes there are pirates on the plane.
It was my first time ever with pink wings.
We take a nap on arrival, and settle into island life mighty quick. A little lunch in Menemsha,