Monday, May 25, 2009
Bike Ride with Davy
I first met David in 1963. We were both in seventh grade and had the exact same schedule. My name being Gurney and his being Heintz, contiguous alphabetically, he sat behind me each day all day in seventh grade. Eighth grade was the same. Fate? Karma? I don't know.
The idea that students may sit where they please hadn't been thought of yet, I guess. Friendship arose out of our administratively-imposed togetherness. We have since shared a lifetime of friendship.
Yesterday we rode our bicycles in Point Reyes National Seashore on the unpaved Stewart's Trail to Wildcat Beach along with David's nephew, Ian. Afterwords we shard a meal featuring brick-oven cooked pizzas in Point Reyes Station.
I love my conversations with David because he knows me like a brother and isn't impressed by anything I might say. He'll ask any question and challenge my points as few people do. Keeps me on my toes.
His nephew, Ian, edits college philosophy textbooks for a living. So our conversations yesterday tended towards the philosophical. It was, for me, satisfying and meaningful. We're planning more meetings this summer.