I have a lot of friends, old and new, scattered about the world. Some I have known in person for many years, while others I visit only in forums and blogs. One friend who defies all other categories is Robert Edison Stinson, who approaches at any and all angles, and departs just as swiftly as he arrived. Sometimes he will visit for a week, and others he will call for a minute and a half.
Currently Robert lives in Boston, and while I have nothing but admiration for those on the east coast (my step-daughter lives in Baltimore, after all), I wish that Robert lived closer, so that we could get together more often. His creative impulses are in reverse sync from mine, so our creativity perfectly compliments each other.
He called tonight, and we had a great conversation.