I wouldn’t ordinarily blog a job like this one, but James is a special case. When I was a kid, my family and I were heavily involved in our community theater group. When I say heavily, I mean I mark my teenage years by what show we were doing at the time. We all refer to benchmarks in our lives by them. Like, I got my braces on during “Little Women,” and off during “Guys and Dolls.” I met James when I was 13? James? 13? I don’t remember how old I was, but it was during “Red, Hot and Cole.” See. There I go again. James was family. They all were.
Years passed…and I grew up. I’ve lost touch with my “family.” I love it when our lives intersect with where our shadows used to be. Mine did just that yesterday. James called me a few weeks ago. I was in shock when my caller ID said his name. He needed headshots for his grand re-entrance into the world of entertainment. We spent the afternoon together. Laughing. Realizing how much we had in common. Remembering. Looking to the future. All the things that a family does together. In between talks, I’d snap a few pictures.
Though many of the people aren’t in my daily life anymore that used to be, their influence is deep.