Before I left for the conference, I talked to L about the friend who got a friend on Facebook, because she was angry against me since the Carter administration, and L said quietly, perhaps that it was a friend for a season.A friend of the season.
Yes, he said, some people are just friends for a while. When the season ends, you have time and room for more friends.
It seems clear out my closet of old clothes, so you have room for more. What's so precious about old friends anyway?
Remember the same things as you, even if they agree otherwise.
Over lunch with my old friend, we talked about how, in 1984 we lived in the house of S in San Salvador, and I said, how is it? And she said you were friends with him, you've prepared.
It 'been so, even though I have no recollection of how I made arrangements to S we get home, when he was gone. Gone where? It must be somewhere in Latin America. I remember that he and fellow foreign correspondent, J, beat her lover? We asked ourselves, I arrived just as we were leaving. I know that I knew who he was. Maybe we were friends. O friendly acquaintances.
It is another of the newsroom a long time ago who lives here now and I can remember: How friendly were we? What I mean is really: Does he remember me? I spoke with him but I never remember to go out with him in a group or speak with him at a party, but I should have. We all, as editor in chief said, not knowing where students are in their twenties or thirties, and we worked hard, and some of us think Glory Days ended when a publisher iconoclastic left (just before I got there). In his place was in society. Now, of course, we look back and see that these days in the mid 80's were the glory days when the Miami Herald was much bigger, and the Sunday magazine still existed on paper, glossy paper , and New Miami, was still as lanky and competitor management gave us money to make national travel stories where there was really no good reason to be outside the discretion of the editor .
And I wrote some good things, but I was wrapped and veiled and covered, and anxiety corset. If only it was an SSRI in those days! I am taking anti-depressants and a spell that gave me cotton mouth and a couple of lanes for me, but it did not do the job. I remember, "says M the desk next to that i got them. (My M reunion after 26 years is discussed in the previous post).
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The old friends will give part of his life. Remember what you want. To delve into you. If you're lucky.
