April 29, 2021

We are officially in the future. Some would argue a dystopic mother-fucker of a future.  I know there are people who get paid to put it in a more alluring way. But enough of the self-deprecating. There is something else to talk about today.

Friends are great. I mean, all around it is great to have friends. Childhood friends are particularly special. When a child picks you, count yourself lucky. There is responsibility in that. And This is no Adam Sandler movie.  I was nine, mom and dad had been divorced for a year. Enter Whitney. I was worried, mom having a new fellow could go a million ways wrong. My sister kicked him in the shins, immediately drawing blood. Always be the first to draw blood. Now that hierarchy was established we could get on  ...