Stranger danger is for kids.

MOXIE COSMOS SAYS . . .

Last night my husband and I had the best time at a party thrown by Carolyn Rashti, a Graham-trained dancer, and now a certified aqua therapist, soon turning 80.  We were going into a crowd of people we didn’t know and had to wear funny hats.  That’s just not who we are.  But not for one nanosecond were we bored.  The people she invited had fascinating and diverse histories, including the two who rode with us.

Glamorous Gail is in my class (where she wears a turban).  She’s a doctor and occupational therapist who works for big corporations and in emergency rooms.  She bubbles over with good humor and opinions, even though she has had a kidney transplant and suffers from all kinds of perils and pains.  Her husband is a clergyman, so couldn’t come with her on the night he prepares his sermons.

She was escorted (or vice versa) by Clyde, a former music teacher at colleges in several towns in the southeastern states’ mountain districts, specializing in guitar.  He already is 80 and uses a cane.  Clyde followed the rule, wearing a billed farmer’s hat with his blue jeans and checked shirt.

I discovered Diana, an AT classmate, loves mystery novels, so we traded names of authors and made plans to meet again.  Giselle, a Prussian, has written a memoir about being bombed out of Belgrade and then bombed again and again in several other cities after World War II – and what it was like to always be the outsider.  Her hat was a typical Arizona sun hat with a brim, to which she had fastened a long-legged, cloth doll her mother made like the many others she traded after the war for eggs and other provisions.

A red-hatted woman who prefers “alternative therapies” to Western Medicine recommended DGL licorice tablets.  I have had some languishing in my frig but was not sure of their benefits until she explained that old stomachs lose the ability to produce sufficient digestive juices.  I popped one this morning.  There were a couple of M.D.s, one who is glad to be retired from hospital administration, the other an active geriatrician like my PCP.  His wife Lori, also in my class, trains difficult dogs (or dogs in difficult situations), having jettisoned a successful career as an organizational consultant to corporations.

We wish we could have talked to everyone, but since we’re “over the hill” we all left at ten.  But — what the hay (as we used to say)?  — Carolyn served great champagne and taught us that “stranger danger” is for kids.

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