From Pat Elis

my first virtual wake.  he's loving this.

23 years ago, los angeles, i was 25.  my long-suffering architect boyfriend - i checked, he's not on this list-  worked with doug at a firm whose name escapes me.  the bf thought i'd like to meet doug, & it would reflect well on him to have such a cool coworker.  um yeah, turns out i liked him just fine. doug lived in a funky place, apartment (she's so fine my) 409. before too long,  doug had been fired for designing an addition to a bev hills home shaped like the head of a dolphin.  seems the lady of the house raised some objections....

we hung out, saw "road warrior" on our first date.  though our romance was short-lived, our friendship continued.  i got a postcard from australia, too.  we could talk about anything, most recently politics, my current field.  knowledgeable, provocative, savagely funny, supportive. sending him a photo of jane fonda at a funder i'd hosted prompted the response,  "did you ask her for the barberella costume?"  sex kittens in space, the ideal idealab image.

my older daughter is planning on going to rice, i'd wanted her to know him. but doug has to be ahead of us all the time, this is no different.

sigh,
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Fellow grievers,

life just got a little less vivid.  i regret i will not see you for this celebration, my thoughts are with you and our doug.  i'll be travelling in santa fe, and will hoist a marg, engage in political debate, drive with the top down, critique some art, ("hmmm....such sensitive brush strokes)   crack some jokes, howl at the moon & whistle at some good lookin' women. 

miss him already,
elisabeth