baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a sort of homecoming "Every old sock needs an old shoe" -Kate This Saturday, I hope to celebrate the birthday of a good friend. My connection with Steve trails back all the way to the puberty-stained cliches of the 80s. Big hair, parachute pants, and pointless pop songs litter our teen years like abandoned cars. And, for a while, I almost thought that abandoning him was synonymous with growing up and out into the wild blue yonder of maturity. How wrong I was. The importance of our history is clear to me now. And though my days are filled with faces borne out of recent memory, I am finding that nothing bridges two people like time. Old friends. I almost forgot how precious they are. 5:48 p.m. - 2002-02-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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