“You don’t have to have anything in common with people you’ve known since you were five. With old friends, you’ve got your whole life in common”
—— Lyle Lovett
Ok so I haven’t known Lorn since I was five but when recounting and reminiscing on our rabscalliant adventures of nearly forty years ago, it feels the same as if this were so.
Here I now hang with an actual character from many stories among my memoir. We laugh and tell one another, one (slightly tall?) tale after another. Tales of how… “oh remember that time… you shoulda seen the look on your face” and… “MAN you coulda been killed that day… ”
And what makes it so much more satisfying to reconnect (were we ever really disconnected?) with this my almost oldest frined with which I have this opportunity (there are a few others I’ve known a bit longer so…) is how we see each other today.
Today my old friend Lorn and I see each other so well it almost makes me want to cry. And the tears are especially near to surface, when I look around his honest home and see how his wife Julie (I’ve “only” known her a bit over thirty years) has placed items of my making.
The above photo is one such item.
It is a piece of art I made many years ago but long after Loren and I spent much time together. I gave it to him because the piece needed a home and he was so very happy to give it one. Along with several such pieces of evidence I once entertained a career in glass art, these objects are indicators to me.
They show me that our friendship is more than just two guys getting old and talking about good ol’ days gone by. We actively hold our respective lives in the highest esteem. We respect and sustain the memories of where we are from, and wherever we might be going.
The best of old friends, with more to come. Lorn and I will soon be hanging out with another. This then will again have to be…
To be continued…
