Here's a great picture of my friend Jack, my best friend for now over fifty years. We're sitting at some divey bar along the beach in Fort Lauderdale, enjoying adult scholarly beverages, watching the ocean, and constructing film noir scripts from the cast of characters that populated the strip. It was such a great trip, and I'll share a few more posts about it. What a tremendous blessing these fifty+ years of friendship have been. Julie and Janet are amused by the fact that in fifty years Jack and I have had exactly one argument, which to us is more than we could ever imagine having.
Truthfully, there was also a bit of a bittersweet feel to it all, and I'm not simply being too Scudderian in my response to things. There were a couple times when I had this feeling that this might be the last time we saw each other. We're men of a certain vintage, with our own sketchy medical history, and Janet and I are leaving the country next July. It's easy to construct a world where Jack and Julie will never actually fly over to see us in Sicily, and on the few times that I'll come back I won't build in a separate trip down to Florida (or Colorado, which is where I suspect they'll end up). A lot of Zoom chats will go a long way to making me happy and the move easier.
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