Interesting topic this week. Old vs. new. In the case of friendship, out with the old and in with the new could not be more wrong.
Old friends. Folks I grew up with. The closeness never varies. "Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears" Paul Simon nailed that one.
New friends. Some I have never seen. Some in faraway places like India, Ireland and the UK. Equally important but they know how I turned out whereas the old friends went through the process of growing up with me.
Personally, all of my friends are very important to me.