This week, one of my oldest friends flew all the way from Phoenix to visit. Dave and I went to college and high school together, not to mention first grade. We've been through a lot of good times, and the occasional bad. I still remember hanging out at his house for Halloween in 5th grade, rolling around town in his Jeep when we were in high school, Spring Break 2000 in Puerto Vallarta, falling asleep in my seat at the Chiefs-Cardinals game in Arizona last year, and the list keeps growing...
Anyhow, we've been through lots of times, and traveled a lot of miles together (both literal and figurative). It's been three years since we've lived in the same place but we still email frequently, talk regularly about KU basketball, and go drinking together (some would argue not often enough). My point is, regardless of location or where I call home, we're friends. If you're reading this now, chances are we've made a similar connection. So... I propose a toast to old friends in a new country.
Anyhow, we've been through lots of times, and traveled a lot of miles together (both literal and figurative). It's been three years since we've lived in the same place but we still email frequently, talk regularly about KU basketball, and go drinking together (some would argue not often enough). My point is, regardless of location or where I call home, we're friends. If you're reading this now, chances are we've made a similar connection. So... I propose a toast to old friends in a new country.
2 comments:
"I propose a toast to old friends in a new country."
To that, I just swallowed a sip of Boulevard's newest brew. Good stuff!
Vockrodt
cheers! :) can you e-mail me that picture of the 3 of us?
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