This purgative blog-thing has allowed me to re-connect with a few old friends.

And that’s really cool…

Over the years I’ve had the good fortune of finding a handful of people who, even if they aren’t total kindred spirits, they are (at the very least) tolerant of me…

 

Quite often, that’s not easy.

 

To the friends I see regularly and the friends I haven’t seen for many years……………..I’d like to say thank you.

 

You’ve been appreciated and cherished, even if we don’t talk regularly.

My Mom & Dad once said that if at the end of your life you’ve had a handful of friends and a few dear friends, then count yourself lucky…

I have been lucky.

I know I can count on several of my friends to emulate that T-shirt saying…

 

………..some I know would come to bail me out of jail, and a couple would be sitting on that bench right next to me…….(Paolo would want the bail raised).

 

 

………..and later we’d have great stories over shots of cheap tequila and mediocre bourbon & Coke.

 

 

 

I’ll be sixty-five very soon………..I’ve never felt so popular.

I’m being courted and sought after by so many companies now that I am MediCare-worthy.

My mailbox is full daily with the best-ever offers and I get telephone calls from smooth, soothing voices asking me to sign up with them.

This is an event-full Birthday.

I feel that when I turn sixty-six…………no one will notice…

 

 

But with so many new joints (who have finally settled in) I feel like I am only just now hitting my stride (literally speaking).

 

 

Who knows what I will be getting up to with my old friends in the next few years…….

 

Maybe I should donate and dedicate a bench in the county jail for a few of my more-adventurous/double-daring friends and me?