I miss the kind of friendships I had as a kid. The just hang out, talk all sorts of shit, share a slice of pizza, and sneak into a movie kind of friendships. All that was required was to show up and be willing to participate in whatever the day might bring. My company was price enough. Now the price is attending various "home parties" (and usually buying something I neither need nor want), free babysitting services, no interest loans, buying assorted wrapping paper, (or candy, greeting ...

Spent the morning sorting through boxes of old photos. (Part of my Spring dejunking ritual). I found something that surprised me. A stack of letters from when I was in college. I thought I'd gotten rid of them long ago. But, here they are, a crack in the window of the past, testing my resolve to not peer through that particular window ever again. We were friends. High school friends. Not that I didn't want to be more. I'd had a crush on him the moment I saw him freshman year. But, I wasn't...