The beauty of creating your own blog is that you get to say whatever you want. We live in a world where information can be communicated instantaneously. So I feel free to blog about whatever topic happens to pop into my mind.
Life is typically a stream-of-conscience existence. Oh sure, we plan the big things: I didn't ask just ANYONE to marry me for example . I planned that one ahead. Serious planning. Planning that included strategy, patience and just the slightest of con. It worked--and I have been happily married for, lo these many years.
I think my wife is happy too. . . .
But the mundane things, the day-to-day trivial matters that don't really affect us, are often spontaneous, surprising and sometimes turn out to be life altering.
Like the day I met my best friends.
I have two very good friends. They are family. Brothers from another mother you might say. Except they really have been as close to me as actual brothers. We have been friends for many years. One I met in the first grade--the other I met (through the first friend) in high school. It's odd to keep in touch after graduating from high school, but for some reason these guys keep letting me hang out with them. I once asked my mother if she paid them to be my friends. She denied any such bribery, but I still suspect a payoff.
There was no calculation to our becoming friends, no thought preceded action, just a serendipitous aligning of the stars. One day we didn't know each other--the next day we were inseparable buddies.
Boom!
Spontaneous? Sure. Surprising? Yep. Life altering? Absolutely.
I know everyone has friends. But these guys are the best. They have laughed with me, cheered me up when I was blue, put up with my crap and pushed my 1976 Ford Pinto backwards for two miles (because there was a train stopped on the tracks and my car wouldn't go into reverse).
We have fought, sworn at each other, sworn never again to speak to one another, confided in each other and consoled each other at some of our worst moments.
We have been to some great rock concerts together: Billy Joel, Elton John, Joan Jett, Quiet Riot, Jethro Tull, Three Dog Night and a few more that I wont mention because I would be embarrassed. (Trust me, even more embarrassed than Quiet Riot).
We have played together, attended each others' weddings, congratulated each other when our kids were born and best of all, we married women who were already good friends before we even met them. So when we all get together, our wives not only don't care if we go golfing or anywhere else for that matter--they actually ENCOURAGE us to get lost.
Life altering? Are you kidding me?
As I become middle-aged, I recognize that I have a good life. I love my wife. I love my kids. I earn enough money to keep myself in blu-ray discs and concert tickets. I also have two lifelong friends: brothers who will watch the blu-rays and go with me to the concerts.
Life is typically a stream-of-conscience existence. Oh sure, we plan the big things: I didn't ask just ANYONE to marry me for example . I planned that one ahead. Serious planning. Planning that included strategy, patience and just the slightest of con. It worked--and I have been happily married for, lo these many years.
I think my wife is happy too. . . .
But the mundane things, the day-to-day trivial matters that don't really affect us, are often spontaneous, surprising and sometimes turn out to be life altering.
Like the day I met my best friends.
I have two very good friends. They are family. Brothers from another mother you might say. Except they really have been as close to me as actual brothers. We have been friends for many years. One I met in the first grade--the other I met (through the first friend) in high school. It's odd to keep in touch after graduating from high school, but for some reason these guys keep letting me hang out with them. I once asked my mother if she paid them to be my friends. She denied any such bribery, but I still suspect a payoff.
There was no calculation to our becoming friends, no thought preceded action, just a serendipitous aligning of the stars. One day we didn't know each other--the next day we were inseparable buddies.
Boom!
Spontaneous? Sure. Surprising? Yep. Life altering? Absolutely.
I know everyone has friends. But these guys are the best. They have laughed with me, cheered me up when I was blue, put up with my crap and pushed my 1976 Ford Pinto backwards for two miles (because there was a train stopped on the tracks and my car wouldn't go into reverse).
We have fought, sworn at each other, sworn never again to speak to one another, confided in each other and consoled each other at some of our worst moments.
We have been to some great rock concerts together: Billy Joel, Elton John, Joan Jett, Quiet Riot, Jethro Tull, Three Dog Night and a few more that I wont mention because I would be embarrassed. (Trust me, even more embarrassed than Quiet Riot).
We have played together, attended each others' weddings, congratulated each other when our kids were born and best of all, we married women who were already good friends before we even met them. So when we all get together, our wives not only don't care if we go golfing or anywhere else for that matter--they actually ENCOURAGE us to get lost.
Life altering? Are you kidding me?
As I become middle-aged, I recognize that I have a good life. I love my wife. I love my kids. I earn enough money to keep myself in blu-ray discs and concert tickets. I also have two lifelong friends: brothers who will watch the blu-rays and go with me to the concerts.
I guess there are many things I could wish for in this life, but none are more important than the ones I just listed.
The number of things I am grateful for is enormous. So many blessings--so little space to list them all. But tonight rockin' readers of my blog, I need to tell a couple of guys how glad I am that they are still my friends. They know who they are.
Thanks, guys.
Life wouldn't be the same without you.
Thanks, guys.
Life wouldn't be the same without you.
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