My friend Chris is celebrating his umpteenth birthday today (we won’t get into specific numbers as they may upset someone who has less than a year to go before turning 50). Chris has been a pal through thick and thin, and thinking back on our decades-long friendship brings back many happy memories and a joyful bit of nostalgia in which I indulge far less than I should. There’s such a comfort to the soul when one contemplates the richness of true friendships, especially those that have lasted since the 1990’s.
From dour winters in Ithaca backed by the ‘Evita’ soundtrack to spring-break copper-tinged rim-job stories in Puerto Rico, from Boones Farm wine and soda-can bongs in San Francisco to midnight meetings with Joel Schumacher in New York City, from petty blow-ups in Chicago to wedding-ceremony officiancy in Boston – it’s been one wild and wonderful ride. Onto the next adventure as we journey into the exciting Middle Ages. Many happy returns of the day, my friend.
