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.
Although I am no longer a member of the LBC, I hope you still count me as a friend.
ReplyDeleteDon't be silly - of course I do.
DeleteOkay friend, when we eventually meet up face to face, this is what I would like to sing with you - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gO0Y7YyC5xA
ReplyDeleteDone!
ReplyDeleteGreetings Shackman...
ReplyDeleteThought this post of yours was a quite appropriate place to stop by and say 'Howdy' and thank you for your visit yesterday. Noticed on your profile that you were living in Fort Worth. In 1988 I lived in Granbury for about a year while working at the Comanche Peak Nuclear Plant. From time to time I would drive up to Fort Worth and I have got to say, it was the first time I had encountered 'traffic circles' and it did not go well. To this day I still hate those things! :)