I had a nice phone call from my friend in Honolulu last night. I met her in the early 80's when she and her daughter came here for the American Dance Festival. A brother asked me to help them while they were here for the month they would live here. She rented a small furnished apartment right across the street from Duke where the ADF takes place. I provided her transportation to the meetings and for other adventures. We were pretty inseparable that month and have been friends ever since. She and her daughter came back for several visits over the years, then she came alone for several years - but it has been quite awhile since we have seen each other and much has happened during that time. Her Mom died, her daughter got married and had a child and she lost her husband a few years ago. She had her house torn down and built a new one on the same site which now houses her in the downstairs and her daughter, son-in-law and darling grandson in the upstairs. I think she had me on speakerphone because I could hear her daughter answering some of my questions in the background. There used to be three Mimi's. Her mother (Miriam), her and her daughter whom we call Little Mi.