I hadn’t heard from my friend Doris Nemtzow in a while — we’d met in Newport, Rhode Island several years ago. My mother-in-law Jean had invited me to join her at a ladies’ luncheon for the Newport Preservation Society and it was a ‘hats only’ affair. Jean lent me a hat, and we went off to lunch. There was another lady there — in a large purple hat. Jean whispered, “That’s Doris. She’s got the best hats in town.”
Turned out Doris and I had a lot in common — we were both supporters of the Touro Synagogue, both enjoyed doing good deeds, and we had a lively conversation.
I wrote her a note afterwards, and so our correspondence began.
And now, I’m happy to report, it continues.