Kay and I at my house. Laid back on the floor, stoned, enjoying being friends, artists, women. I lean up to put on a Karla Bonoff record. “Oh, no,” Kay says, “Not Karla Bonoff!” I have a moment of stoned panic. Doesn’t she like Karla Bonoff, I think. Doesn’t she know how hip Karla Bonoff is? “Not Karla Bonoff,” Kay says again, grinning over at me. “The wisest woman in the world!” In that moment, I know we will be friends forever!