While the three of us eventually ended up in different cities, the three of us all went into journalism, we each made our mark our own way. We stayed together as friends, shared many Thanksgiving meals in many different places. In our own way we were inseparable. She was a free spirit; she never married; she loved to travel, to write, to phone her friends.
The first time I visited Charlottesville, Virginia, was with Jennifer. It was her idea. It was between our junior and senior years at UCLA. We bought cheap tickets to DC, and caught a bus to Charlottesville.
Until recently she had been working in the Obama campaign. Jennifer's birthday was inauguration day (a distinction she shares with Lori).
Jennifer died yesterday in Los Angeles at age 56. She had been battling cancer for the past year. She had hoped to get well enough to make a return visited to Charlottesville. I talked with her on the phone last week. She never gave up.