Dear Carol: Waking in the night and thinking of you and Mike, out of the blue I found myself thinking "Let the wild rumpus begin," a phrase I associate with Mike much more than Sendak. At some large gathering at your place -- when, for whom, I can't remember -- he looked fiercely around at the crowd and suddenly declaimed this phrase, to no one in particular -- and grinned. I cannot tell you how often I've used that phrase ever since -- with Emma, at parties, on birthday cards -- all thanks to Mike. Sure I'd read the book, remembered the phrase, but I hadn't really GOT it till I heard his version -- and saw the grin. You may know that Maria Coffey has a birthday this weekend, turning sixty, no less. Now a commonplace event amongst friends, and coming my way in just over a year -- but back when the world was puddle-wonderful and so much younger, I never imagined being so old. The first sixtieth birthday party I ever attended was Mike's on Protection Island. With a belly dancer in attendance. A wild rumpus all around, and one I've not forgotten, especially Mike's face when the dancer (Lynette?) came on the scene.
I loved Alison's sketch of Victor.
May time pass as gently as possible for you.
with love Margaret
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