You’ve read some of Nan Lee’s poems in these posts. In the section called Phil‘s Press I believe I have an article from the student newspaper at Miami Dade College with her picture. She was frankly one of the most beautiful women I think I have ever met. I don’t just mean her looks; her soul as well. Some years later, after Janis and I had gotten back to Miami and were married, she reached out to me. We met her at a restaurant called Lum’s near Peacock Park on the bay in Coconut Grove. She was down and out, really desperate for money and not looking well at all. I had a lot of trouble in those days making ends meet because I had just started in my new career and really didn’t feel I could help her. Looking back I’ve regretted that to this day.

I’ve been on Facebook three times. I’ve quit every time. The first time in unbelievable short length of time I had hundreds of friends. That rapidly changed because every time somebody posted that they had had the best brownie ever I unfriended them. The second time I met a woman in a wheelchair who was stunningly beautiful. Janis and I had already separated. I wanted to find out more about her, so I rejoined for a very brief time. I have no idea why I got on the third time but quit because Zuckerberg and other social media billionaires were destroying the fabric of our country and our polity. I wasn’t going to let them make a penny off my data. For the 30 days before the page closed I received an awful lot of nice comments that people would miss my writing. Hopefully some of them have found this site.

One thing that of value came from being on Facebook. The first time a young man in the Pacific Northwest contacted me and told me he had been one of the young people working with me on environmental activism in 1969 and 1970. He wondered if I knew that Nan Lee had finally chosen one last bad boyfriend, while “Looking for Mr. Goodbar”. Her last. She was gone. I gave a donation to the women’s shelter in Tallahassee in her memory. My heart still aches over knowing we lost her.