I Have Few Friends.

And yet I have no complaints, no worries. The friends I do have are top shelf. I guess as you get older the buddies kind of weed themselves out. You don’t have time for them or they don’t have the time for you. This is a good thing, kind of a natural culling of the herd. The real friends stay with you over the years. You don’t have to see them or even hear from them all the time. You know who they are and there is a comfort in just knowing they are there. I hope my friends all know who they are and know that I love them like family. You don’t get to pick your family, it’s kind of a crap shoot, either you’re lucky or you’re not. God has blessed me on both accounts. I wish that all of my friends could read this and know that I do love them. If I never get the chance to come out and say it just know that I do. It’s a given. And if I ever change my mind I’ll let you know. One of my brothers… I mean one of my friends has a blog. Chef Wannabe He has a bigger heart than most people know, and whether he admits it or not it’s a lot bigger than mine. If he thinks half as much of me as I do of him, then I’m truly a blessed man. He loves his God, his Family and his Friends. Some day soon we’ll share a meal together, hopefully it will be a meal we prepare ourselves outdoors on a grill. It’s been too long since we’ve broken bread together. I would like for him and his family to meet the rest of my friends and family. We just might have to get together at the lake or something this summer. I think that’s a fine idea, I’ll have to see that it happens. Peace to all and take care.

(thanks Chief, for everything)