Thursday, August 11, 2011
ON THE THIRD PITCH, HOME RUN
Love the lady with all my heart
Love that lady with all my heart
Love the next one with all my heart.
Old Trunks flew high enough when I talked with Soozi.
Even higher when Mary Ann called.
And up there with the Blue Angels when Barb came to town.
How hard her friend laughed when we told her about beating up on a guy who broke into Barb's house and cooked steak. Armed with leather quirts, used to convince horses to move, we beat the crap out of him in the movie theater. And we laughed.
And Barb told me about her grand daughter and how the stud horse and her had a relationship that neither of us never had. We shivered at the magnificent friendship.
And then Barb hit the road in her red short bed truck and I left in my yellow short bed truck.
Friendship. Phone calls or visits, all time disappears between visits.
Never out of step.
Thanks, Soozi, MaryAnn, and Barb.