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There was an oldies dance in the town where I was born and raised. How could I not go? I was expecting to see old friends but that didn’t happen. Then again, there may have been people who I knew … Continue reading
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There was an oldies dance in the town where I was born and raised. How could I not go? I was expecting to see old friends but that didn’t happen. Then again, there may have been people who I knew … Continue reading
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Tonight we are celebrating the 70th birthday of an old friend. We haven’t seen him in a while and are looking forward to it. I remember when 70 was really old. I mean like one foot in the grave old. … Continue reading
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I met up with an old friend for dinner last week. Among other things we have in common, she is a “shoe” friend. Yes, I have friends who are dedicated shoe shoppers. There is a friendly competition as to who … Continue reading
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There is something startling about seeing someone after fifty years. Some people age well or at least well enough. Some people just don’t. This is the year for my 50th high school reunion. I have never gone but this year … Continue reading
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Maybe it’s the season or the time of the year. Maybe it’s just me. Lately I have been thinking of days gone by, other holidays and special people long gone. I hate when this happens because there is a melancholy to … Continue reading
Recently I saw a photo of an old friend and his wife celebrating a wedding anniversary. It was a milestone but I don’t remember the number. In the picture he hadn’t aged too much. He was tall, thin and blonde … Continue reading
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This week I had lunch with an old friend. I had met her in the 70s when we both worked at the same company and ended up working together on a project. A few years later I was selected for a … Continue reading
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Sometimes we get sucked into our own microsphere and get disengaged from friends. Not because we mean to but because life is full of nonsense stuff. I moved back to my childhood town 17 years ago following a painful divorce. A … Continue reading