Our Lunch with Longtime Friends

We had lunch with Dorothy and Mitch Hinely at Casa Bella today. Our friendship with Dorothy goes back to the early 1970s when we were members of a local Unitarian Fellowship. Our daughters met at that time and are still best friends. She and Mitch married several years ago and quickly became a valued addition to this longstanding relationship.

Prior to going, I told Kate we would be joining them for lunch. She couldn’t remember them. I told her their names and something about them. That didn’t help. Even when I mentioned the friendship of our daughters, she didn’t seem to know who I was talking about. That changed the moment she saw them. In fact, Dorothy stooped down to Kate’s chair, and Kate said enthusiasm, “No, I’ve got to stand up and give you a hug.” This reminds me of my earlier post that asked, “What does it mean to know someone?” Kate clearly knew her in some way even if recalling her name and other things about our friendship were drifting away.

The conversation flowed easily. I am sure we could have taken much longer to catch up on our respective lives and to reminisce together, but it was time to go. I worried about Kate since Dorothy and I tended to dominate the conversation with a little help from Mitch. It’s hard for Kate to keep up, and I am sure she couldn’t follow everything we talked about. The moment we got in the car she told me how much she had enjoyed the lunch and how smoothly the conversation had gone. I was happy about that. It shows that she felt a part of the group even though her speaking time was decidedly less than that of the rest of us.

I took special note of the fact that she then asked me the name of the restaurant where we had eaten. This surprised me since we have been coming to Casa Bella since 1971. When they added their musical evenings, we started coming three or four times a month. We were there just last Thursday evening and will be there this Thursday. It is a place we have eaten to celebrate good times and to console ourselves when things were not so good. I remember a couple of years ago when she forgot our favorite dessert. Now the restaurant’s name is slipping away as well.