Reading Sir Dayvd's blog about his friend, Steven Wells, reminded me to stop and smell the roses and remember what is truly important. High on that list is the nurturing of friends. Not just acquaintances, but sweat and blood friends, pick you from the bowls of hell friends, take a bullet for you friends, can write your life story friends...and still have plenty of secrets left to ponder on while they drink a toast to your honor on your grave!
As I commented on that excellent blog, In the midst of life we are in death, I can count those kind of friends on one hand. Actually four to date.
I recently had the good fortune to receive a letter from one of those, who I have not communicated with for a couple of years. In stumbling through his father-in-laws tackle box, he came across packages of gold fishing hooks that my dad used as calling cards when he was a traveling salesman. Kirk and me go a long way back to our kindergarten days. We have experienced a wealth of joys, sorrows, hell raising, and stories that only he and I will ever know. He is also only one of two people who know the origins of "Hook".
I rejoice to have my friend back, the voice of Fairfield radio, and newly knighted Sir Woody of Long.
Count your friends and rejoice with them today!
Sir Hook the Golden Fishhook of Warrick