Me: Hello, old friend! It's been so long since we've seen each other. How've you been?
You: Great! You?
Me: Depends.
You: On what?
Me: The day.
You: Why did you wait so long to write?
Me: it wasn't anything on purpose, really, just got distracted.
You: Distraction can be a good thing, I guess, unless it leads you away from things that really matter.
Me: Like?
You: Me. An OLD friend.
Me: Wait a minute, you don't really want me to think of you as a REALLY OLD friend, do you?
You: I did not say, REALLY OLD, anyway. And, no, not in the sense of BEING old, but more in the sense of being comfortable.
Me: Yeah, the old shoe idea, right? That's not a new idea, you know. (Smug look on my face!)
You: Ah, and why, Mr. IMSOSMART, do you think that concept has endured?
Me: Hmmm, um, ah, well, I suppose because it's true.
You: Ah, ha, gotcha! Which means...?
Me: Now who's Ms. IMSOSMART? Ok, ok, ok, help me out here, I'm not sure where you're going.
You: Like a Stradivarius violin, the best things thrive over time...
Me: I still get distracted.
You: I know. Me, too.
Me: Wanna see a movie?
You: Sure. Which one?
Me: Ironman.
You: Right on.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
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