then i think it would be wonderful to meet with old folk again; wonderful to hear who they thought you were back then; to get a sense and grounding and location of self.
if i am ever blessed with children, the two sons I believe I am to have, I will tell them to hold onto folk, even if remotely in a hangar. I have learned that you never connect and hook with folk as when you are young; i don't know if for a previous time, place, culture and context, different was true, but for me, making new friends, real friends, with genuine people, as a mature adult if not grown person, seems harder if not impossible.
Cheers to my High School Years. Cheers to my NYC childhood, life and days
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