Where the heck does time go? Does it all end up someplace. Elenka and I are off tonight to celebrate good friend's Paul's birthday. He and I met when we were 6th graders and have been best buds ever since. I went off to college in New York State, and he headed off to live in Southern California. When he returned, he lived on South Street quite near us, and we reconnected. We first met at Monday night Confraternity classes at St. Joes, ate fried chicken in American History class, chased the Gorham girls with Kendall, got beer from Mrs. M-, hung out at Erebus and cursed out Rob, hid out in the cemetery in the 'covered wagon', moved him into an apartment near St. Dom's where he met his black-haired beauty and now flash forward to 2012. We don't get together as much as we'd like, but catch up over java at least once a month. Today, he's digging his way around computers, and I'm working with writers. We're both enjoying ourselves and marveling at where these years have taken us. Tonight, we'll reflect some more.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Reflection
Where the heck does time go? Does it all end up someplace. Elenka and I are off tonight to celebrate good friend's Paul's birthday. He and I met when we were 6th graders and have been best buds ever since. I went off to college in New York State, and he headed off to live in Southern California. When he returned, he lived on South Street quite near us, and we reconnected. We first met at Monday night Confraternity classes at St. Joes, ate fried chicken in American History class, chased the Gorham girls with Kendall, got beer from Mrs. M-, hung out at Erebus and cursed out Rob, hid out in the cemetery in the 'covered wagon', moved him into an apartment near St. Dom's where he met his black-haired beauty and now flash forward to 2012. We don't get together as much as we'd like, but catch up over java at least once a month. Today, he's digging his way around computers, and I'm working with writers. We're both enjoying ourselves and marveling at where these years have taken us. Tonight, we'll reflect some more.
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What fun and good fortune to have a lifetime "bud!"
ReplyDeleteYup, I'm up for some of that so called reflection tonight!
ReplyDelete"A real friend is the one who knows you well and loves you anyway"..I wish you a happy celebrating!
ReplyDeleteNicely written reflection about the two of you.
ReplyDeletelet me propose a toast to friendship. clink.
ReplyDeleteI've often wondered where time flies to myself. It's great when you know some quality time was spent with a good buddy. Happy reflecting tonight and cheers!
ReplyDeletewonderful to have such a long-time friend...
ReplyDeleteOld friends are like gold -- barbara
ReplyDeleteSometimes connected with old friends does not work out - too many changes. Glad that you and your buddy were able to click like old times. Lots of good mem'ries!
ReplyDeleteWonderful that you are still connected!
ReplyDeleteSome fine architecture almost disguised in the reflection... Cool!
ReplyDeleteGod bless you!
Cezar
I was impressed also by the column on the building. I'll drink a glass of wine tonight in toast to you and your long friendship with your good buddy.
ReplyDeleteIt is often thought-provoking for me to reflect on how different your life is from mine. You live where you have lived most of your life, and every thing you see reminds you of what happened there before. I moved from my hometown when I went to college and never went back. Different lives.
ReplyDeleteJack said it best. I left mine too and never thought once of going back.
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