David and I met in the first class on the first day of high school. It was gym, home room, and when they assigned lockers our names were next to each other alphabetically so we looked at each other and said, You wanna? Within a few weeks, we were inseparable.
It’s impossible to exaggerate how entwined our lives were. We strode into each other’s houses without knocking. David helped me rent my first skis, then buy used rentals at season’s end. He drew two arcs on paper and explained that Jean-Claude Killy made turns using only his edges; I was impressed, even if I didn’t understand why that was cool. Knowing I was passionate about water and swimming, he encouraged me to become a lifeguard. That led to meeting a gal at a pool who connected me to a job opening at USA Today, which led (circuitously) to an introduction at Powder magazine, which led to a move to Southern California, where I met my
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