I just received a beautiful magazine on architecture.  Arts and Architecture,

Los Angeles -1947, the year I was born.  It is the kind of architecture I have always admired but my first thought was not about the great design, or the architecture in the style I truly enjoy seeing, but about the hands on the cover.  I think to hold the hand of my friend, and the hands of friends, lovers, family, and how important my closest friends are through the small gestures they extend to me; the gestures that are so important in everyone’s life.  It is amazing how one magazine can make the social scene seem so small.