Friday was a damn fine day. Margaret and I are going to Colorado at the end of March to visit Rob and Jess, which trip coincides with his 30th birthday. Mr. Springsteen and his brothers in arms from E Street recently added a March 31st stop in Denver. It was our hope to be able to purchase tickets for the show. Our faith was rewarded. Rob made it through the on-line labyrinth and scored four excellent seats. Thus, our trip to Colorado will include a few hours of "Boss Time".
On Friday night, Margaret and I were down at our little Paradise by the Sea. We spent a few hours over at Bar A taking in a performance by the E Street Shuffle, which is celebrating its tenth year together. We were joined at Bar A by two of my high school classmates, Steve and George, and two friends of theirs, Kevin and Paul. These four gentlemen - all of whom are roughly my age - have been close friends since they were pre-school-age children. A lifetime ago, when Steve, George, and I went to W-H together, I had the pleasure of first making the acquaintance of Kevin and of Paul. I had not seen either of the two of them in more than a quarter-century. It was as if twenty-five minutes or so had passed and not a moment more.
By mutual choice, mine and the world's, I am not a person who belongs to groups. Most of my favorite things to do are solitary things - reading, running, and writing. If I was an award, I would be the Heisman Trophy - not because of my wild football skills but because of its pose. It is an award that keeps the world at arm's length. That is my kind of trophy.
Although I have never been a man who has been part of a close group of male friends, I admire those who are. Steve, George, Kevin, and Paul are their own band of brothers. As they all glimpse "50" growing ever closer on the horizon line, they are - as they have always been - thick as thieves. I marvel at the depth and the breadth of their bond. I applaud them for it.
From a distance...
From a distance...