BUDS

Had a great afternoon the other week with a couple of old friends...people who I hadn't seen in forever, and it was great to see them--parts of our conversation peppered with memories of people I haven't thought of for, well I can actually say--a decade or so. That whole milieu of people that you grow up with if you stayed in the same school area for years. The character that these little characters take on.

All the friends I've had over the years, all those peeps--so close to some then the connection fades and possibly comes back again. The friends I've had the longest are now mirrors that I can trust.

I remember a kid I used to play with when I was six or seven--I was in grade two, that I know for sure. Anyway, I remember the day he moved. We were hanging out, and he said he wanted to give me a hug before he left...and I refused! He chased me around his yard--I don't know what my problem was. He just wanted a hug before he left. Oh well--guy whose name I can't recall, I now hug you back.