Today's prompt is "best friend". Of course. these days my best friend would be Mrs D. No kidding. As we settle into middle age - one of us more settled than the other - we really are the best of friends.
I've had best friends throughout my life. For instance, when I was a kid living in Toronto my best friend, Jeff, lived two doors down the street. He and I did everything together. Played, rode our bikes, watched TV, ate. Some of our closeness may have had something to do with his mother. Man, she was hot. Laura. And Laura loved to lounge by her pool - the only pool on the street - in her bikini. Sure I was only 8 or 9 at the time but, hey, a guy can dream can't he. No wonder I spent so much time at Jeff's house.
When I was 10 I moved to Ottawa so my Dad could take a new job with the federal government. My best friends are probably all in jail now, or went through reform school. Gives you some idea of what kind of crowd I hung out with. We hopped railway cars, smoked, stole bags of chocolate wafers from the grocery store (the same grocery store I'd work in as a pack boy seven or eight years later - when I was reformed.)
Around this time I hung out with my best friends Paul (of Paul, Gary and what's his name's fame last week) Bob and Derrick. We hung out together, drunk each other's Dad's liquor, hopped on the bus over to Hull, Quebec with suitcases and guitar cases that we filled with quarts of beer. We listened to music in each other's basements. Paul and I played in a couple of short-lived rock groups. And then I got married and Paul was my best man when I married wife #1. Later in life I read about Bob who got charged with dealing dope. He later died. And Derrick planned on being a lawyer. If he made it he might have gotten Bob off. Who knows.
When I was working in government I had a good friend Pierre I used to work with. He became my fishing buddy and we used to head up to Lake Temagami north of North Bay, Ontario every summer for bass. We had some great times. Pierre and his wife now spend 6 months of the year in Fort Lauderdale. He sold his boat. I don't see him as much but we still have lunch now and then and we're still good friends.
These days I have a couple of new friends, Whitey and Steve. Yeah, my brothers. While Whitey and I were visiting Steve in Florida this winter I said to one of the guests at his birthday party that the three of us were probably closer now than we ever were before. I'm the oldest. Steve came along 7 years later and Whitey (real name Jim) 3 years after that. So we weren't very close as kids. Now, though, we're pretty tight, despite our difference in age. Although many folks, including some at this party think Jim's the oldest, much to my delight.
dufus, Steve and Whitey at Legends Country Club January 2012
I took up golf about a year ago. My brothers have been
No, we have something else in common.
With Jim turning 50 this fall, we're all fuckin' old!
Don't forget to head on over to Nicky and Mike's place at We Work for Cheese (and soon to be Cats) and check their dinky linky thingy to see who else is engaged in this little meme today.