Cynthia Fuhrman

So many stories and memories from 35 years, but I thought I’d share a few vignettes. 1) When Julie organized cigar and bourbon nights for a few women friends at the downtown Embassy Suites. I can still smell us, but damn that was fun. 2) At board meetings for the Haven Project, which Julie chaired, when we met at Ernie Swigert’s over a hearty breakfast, and Julie and I were reprimanded for being too distracted by fucking bacon. 3) The many, many times I bent her ear for career advice, and she never told me to fuck off. 4) Somewhere in the past day I read that her Camp Caldera name was “Table,” and it’s a lovely story, but I remember it being “Armani,” and you all know why.