I am reminded, often, of what good friends I have. Take this weekend. I got to spend Thursday night in the hospital under the watchful vigil of my beautiful bride, The BCPF. Nothing escapes her and I’m so glad of it. Once out of the hospital and I was at the Dash game, I was greeted and oversaw by my good friends PJ3, his family and the Lowders (in addition to The BCPF). They’re, as I mentioned, my The Beer Dads cohorts. Great times.
PJ3 and The BCPF kept me company for my SSO4 duties (which were very limited) of stage managing and not much else. So we chatted and hung out and I liked it. Monday comes and I’m visited, twice, by people who, whilst attending the protest happening downtown for voters’ rights, made it a point to stop by The Less Desirables Studio to check on me, first. Brother Cole, for whom I’m producing a podcast (more on that to come), and Eric and Audrey, former owners of Augustine’s Bistro, all stopped in to see how I was feeling and say hi. Perhaps they were just wanting to come in and get some A/C or use the restroom? I don’t know and I don’t care. I liked having them come by.
good great friends. I love them dearly. Thanks to all that sent Facebook (or Twitter or Instagram) wishes, thoughts, magic unicorn dust, whatever. It, and you, mean the world to me.
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
“Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.” – Helen Keller