Throughout this cross-country trek (now more than halfway), I’m trying my best to keep it real (not virtual, as in anti-social media).
This means connecting with old friends and communicating face-to-face. Remember that?
I spent a delightful couple of hours in Santa Fe sipping tea with a former FBI associate I hadn't seen in over 20 years.
In Dallas, an enjoyable cocktail with an old friend from Monaco days.
And now, here in Houston at H Bar within the Post Oak Hotel, dinner with a high school buddy I’ve seen only sporadically over the decades.
As good friends should, we picked up right where we’d left off however long ago. A little older, maybe a little wiser. But just the same couple of renegades we were way back when.
There are few things in this world worth treasuring more than old friends. Shared experiences, points of reference…
Sadly, I’ve lost a few due to opposing political opinions. Not my doing. I’m open to listening to anyone’s opinion about anything (especially old friends)—maybe they’ll change my thinking.
But in these divisive times, some folks—even old friends—cannot see beyond their own point of view and have no tolerance for the contrary opinions of others.
Makes no sense to me.
But it leaves me feeling grateful and blessed for the friends I still have.