When I stopped for gas in Richfield, Bob got out to pump the stuff into the car and I stayed snug and warm inside, at least until I looked out the window and saw a high school friend at the gas pump right next to ours!
It was Brett Allred, in living, breathing color.
After more than 40 years, I finally apologized for tipping his motorcycle over.
Do you know what he said?
"I don't remember that."
Now that's a really good friend.
Do you have a friend you haven't seen in a long time?
Who is it?
What's your favorite memory?