Last night, they showed the AIDS quilt spread out on the Mall in Washington and it made me remember something. The
first year I attended Southern Comfort Conference, a large transgender conference held then in Atlanta, the Atlanta Gay Men’s Chorus
entertained at dinner on Saturday night.
One of the songs they did, and I don’t remember the name of it, was about
two boys who grew up together and were best friends. As adults, they lost touch with each other
and one day one of them receives a letter from the other’s father. The letter tells him if he would like to see
his friend again to be at a certain spot on the Mall on a certain day. Then as the song is ending, you realize that
his friend is not really there, that his name is on a panel of the AIDS Quilt. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house then and, even
now almost 20 years later having lost friends to AIDS, I still tear up thinking about it.
If you've missed part of this, I'm sure ABC has some online areas where you can watch it. It is well worth the time.
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