March 15, 2008
Originally published July 20, 2003
I am a lucky man
When Ken was waxing philosophical last night, he said that as we grow older we learn the difference between friends and aquaintences. Very few people have real friends. If you have one, you are fortunate. If you have two, you are blessed. If you have more than two, you probably need to check your criteria.
I disagreed at that point. I have FIVE really good friends. My criteria is exacting, too. I've got Recondo 32 and his lovely wife, Georgia. I've got COP 3 and Donnie. And I have Willie. That's not counting my brother, who is due a big hug and an oral confession of "I love you," which Ken insisted that I do the next time I see my brother.
"If you never say it, they will never know. You BLOGGED about that. Tell your brother that you love him."
I am going to do that. In fact, I am going to tell ALL FIVE of those people that I love them the next chance I get.
It's the right thing to do.
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