Almost 25 years, when I was a sophomore in college, Dwight took me to see Same Time Next Year at the historic Egyptian Theater in Park City.
A few weeks ago, feeling a bit blue, I visited with an old friend from Sundance. I kvetched (Yiddish for complained) about not being liked by Dwight’s family.
His response, “You loved Dwight. Dwight loved you. That has to be enough for you.”
I thought for a moment.
He continued, “We know what you two are. You know. Dwight knows. That’s all that matters.”
So, tonight, when I sit in the Egyptian with my dearest friends, it will be more than enough.