Homage to Mr. Preston
Welcome to San Francisco Charlie!!!
A very good friend, from my teen (angst) years, made a special trip to San Francisco to see me. Loads of thoughts on the matter but not much I can post publicly. Nevertheless I think his visit warrants a *blah-og nod.* I imagine reunions after 18 years are often exciting albeit unnerving affairs. Charlie and I hopefully still retain the essence of our spirits that made us “click” in years long past. We would not have survived without each other during that time. My hope is that we have improved exponentially while retaining the FiZzLe & pOp.
The question that consumes me is: how have we changed and if so what is the effect? Will our synapses fire with the same rapidity? Have our wits sharpened or dulled? Will the once amazingly energetic, creative banter ad infinitum have lulled to a murmur? Open fleshy spiritual wounds or strength from adversity?
Well Charlie since you put it that way, today is a day of “commodius vicus of recirculation.” I expect nothing less. Your landing in 4 hours and I am counting the seconds. [I dug out some photos from our teen years. See one below.]
Cute in 1989, eh?
*blah-og nod*: A cocktail recipe for reunions perhaps? Anyone?
Seeing Charlie was wonderful. The experience transcended anything that could be verbalized here. One thing is certain: it is great to evolve with dear friends despite tragedies and the gulf of space and time.
You never know what to expect, reconnecting with someone from your past. I really enjoyed the opportunity to meet Charlie, even if only just briefly.
You guys look so young in this picture, it’s hard to imagine you were anything more than fleshy lumps of mucus, 18 years ago. I guess I know better *carves another mark in the wall*
Where are the ones from way back when?
Wow…looky there. Been almost as long since I’ve seen Charlie as it has been since I’ve seen you. I still see some hooligan in those eyes and hope it can still be seen in mine. Give that guy my phone number and tell him to call an old bologna brother.
We shall see if that *hooliganism* helps you and I catch some fish in May! And what’s this about an old bologna brother? Dirty.
very dirty and a little embarasing, I’ll let him tell it…so many foggy memories, so little time to repeat them all…