My Friend

Well, just like he promised, my friend John H. made it for a short visit this afternoon. He drove from Colorado to Long Beach and stopped by my home for a couple of hours on his way back to Colorado. In spite of the 20 + years since I had seen him, he hasn’t changed very much. A little uglier perhaps, but the same John. Just kidding about the ugly thing. I think John has some French in his ancestry because he is quite a handsome guy and very suave. His sense of humor is extraordinary and he has a talent for putting you at ease when you are around him.

I met John in the mid 70’s at the tail end of the hippie period and we hung around together for 5 or 6 years before John pulled up stakes and moved to Colorado. I never did know why he left California, but we stayed in touch with occasional phone calls and Christmas cards and then e-mails over the years.

John and I went to lunch at a local restaurant and tried to cram 20 years of catching up into 60 minutes. It was a hopeless task, so we just chatted like we always had and enjoyed each other’s company. John’s time was up far too soon, and he had to hit the road again. I already miss him.

I can’t tell you how thankful I am John, that you took the time out of your busy schedule to brighten my day. Your visit made me realize how much I miss your friendship.