These are two of my best friends from long, long ago. I will not reveal their names for fear of starting a stampede, but let us just say, the three of us are not Peter, Paul and Mary. We all grew up in what is now Knoxville, Tennessee, and after high school, went our separate ways. We had completely lost track of one another. But because of another friend in Knoxville, who planned some wonderful reunions for our class, we found each other and got together for a meal last Saturday night.
It's amazing, when your earliest memories of a person are of a little girl or boy, to meet with them in their seventh decade and start talking just as if all that time had never passed.
We toasted absent friends and one another's health, and we had a wonderful relaxing dinner. What could be a better gift for the holiday season than the opportunity of renewing friendships grown ever more golden with the years?
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