Super Serendipity Part Two

Part Two of Super Serendipity Story...

Once Upon a Time, Not so Very Long Ago,

I found myself in a relationship with a good friend, Herman H.. Herman was tall and handsome, and TALENTED!

When I met H.H. he already had the nickname of 'Saint'. I had the nickname of 'Dee', or 'Amber'. And H.H. would give you the shirt off his back, he was that nice.

Herman played guitar, sang well, wrote songs (even one or two for me!)!
He played the piano, and acted.

Herman, tall and handsome, would carry me, petite and beautiful, around on his shoulders!

Herman had many friends. Often, he would take me (usually hitchhiking) off to the hills to a friends for parties, which always included good company, laughter, and music.

In these many years since, I carry fond memories of this place in the hills, the woman who gave the parties, and the man.

I called Herman on the phone a few years ago, and found that he was a Professor of Music at the Berkeley School of Music! Wow! He has done better than I!
He is in a great long-term relationship (might even be married!). It was great to find him! (The story of how I found him is another wonderful Serendipity Story!)

Recently, I blogged about a young woman asking what brought me to live in the hills.

The memory of this great house and how alive I felt by being there has pulled at me these long years. Often, I wished I knew where this house was, would love to find it! These feelings, this question is one of the strong reasons I am in the hills.