If you’re an active reader of the two blogs I write regularly you’ll know how important I find the role of a friend. A good friend as we all know are hard to come by and when you have one – it’s special – special enough not to lose.
At the half-century mark my number of friends is probably close to the age on my birth certificate and I’m lucky. I know that. Friendships require a lot from both ends and for those guys that have steamed with me in the past and were fortunate enough to walk the brow and into the towns of Cartagena, Aalborg, Punta Arenas, Dutch Harbor, San Diego, Yorktown, Halifax, Barcelona … okay – you get the idea – with me I always knew I was in good company.
Bonnie’s visitor this week; her maid of honor back in 1988 along the Charles River in Cambridge, MA, has spent some quality time here comforting her friend while she recovers from breast cancer and in the meantime she’s made a new friend; the Lu-dog. When I came home from work this afternoon the girls were enjoying salads from Bianchini’s out in the sunshine on the back porch and the Lu-dog was right there alongside Margie.
While the girls were able to rekindle things after a good number of years away, it’s always nice to see the big bundle of bulldog warmed right up to our company and posed for a number of photos which Margie can share with our friends back in the Nutmeg State. LuLu is always where the food is – unless I’m barbecuing in the rain and while Margie’s been here there’s been plenty of opportunities for LuLu to further her friendship with our friend.
With all Bonnie is going through it’s nice to remember this quote: “A good friend is cheaper than therapy.”
So true.
We all know LuLu is one lucky girl … but with the revolving door of friendship here in the house … with Mary and Margie’s recent visits … the quote above holds true for all of us.
Papa
Have fun.
Off the SFO to return our guest …
