Category: friendship
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The Answer to a Forty Year Question
Bobby and I were good friends back in middle school. We were early morning running buddies and partners in teenage boy pranks. At some point, he suddenly moved away and I never saw him again. Fast forward forty-something years later, I attended his uncle’s funeral—a man who was a mentor to us both. Someone told…
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The Sittin’ Spot
The silver-haired woman who lived across the street from us when I was a kid was a mystery to me. Most summer mornings, she sat alone at her front yard picnic table, under the shade of a large pecan tree, doing what appeared to be absolutely nothing. Curious, I asked my mom why the grandmother-lady…
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