An unexpected pleasure of publishing a book is connecting with old friends. When I was 14 (see image, left, long hair) we moved perhaps 15 miles away to another New Jersey bedroom community. Fifteen miles might as well be another country in HighSchoolLand and there I sat, quite alone in my silly green gym clothes as the PE teacher explained Rules & Regulations and I’m thinking that the rule at Watchung Hills Regional High School was that nobody would ever talk to me. When we were lining up for leg lifts or laps around the gym, Ellen Weiss (below, short hair) scooted over and said the words that every new kid longs to hear, body and soul: “Is this your first day? Do you want to sit with me in the cafeteria?” That kind of welcome gets you through a lot of dark teenage days. In a couple weeks I’ll be going to Maryland to share my book with Ellen’s book group. It will be great. And we don’t have to wear silly gym clothes with our names embroidered over the pocket.