Best Friends...

Today I want to look at the idea of what is meant by the word "friends". First off - this picture is an easy one to identify. It was taken during the first week of September way back in 1988 outside the Eaton Centre. I can remember this day as clearly as if it happend just a few weeks ago. The picture is of myself (middle) and my two best friends - Terry (left) and Bruce (right). All three of us were "Dons" in residence at University and its where we met. We had just finished "Dons Camp" and were wrapping up "Frosh Week" when Bruce and Terry decided to "kidnap" me for a roadtrip into the city. I got into the car under the pretense of a trip to the beer store...little did I know that that roadtrip would be the beginning of a lifelong friendship that continues to this day.

Friends are those people who you turn to for advice - they are the once who will accept you for who you are and the ones who will give it to you straight with no bulls*^t! Friends are the people you can call once a year and it doesn't make a difference. Friends are the people who you know that if everything else crumbles around you - they will be there - no matter what. To me - that is what friendship is.

Fortunately (or unfortunately - depending on how you look at it) - you only get the opportunity to establish a few friendships in your life. Yes, you can have alot of "friends" (small 'f'), but if you stop and think about it...most people have only a few "Friends" (capital 'F').

My friendship with Terry and Bruce is very important to me - I guard it very jealously. In 2007 we all turned 40 (I was the first...and therefore, the oldest and wisest of the three men - something I am sure the others would dispute - not the oldest part...you can't help that...its the "wisest" part I think they would have trouble with). We went on a cruise together for d days down to Mexico - what a blast, and I am sure I'll eventually get around to one of those pictures eventually.

So back to the picture at hand - some of the things I notice are the clothes we are wearing...how 1980's. Bruce is wearing the shorts they gave us for "Frosh Week" - the ugliest things I have ever seen...but he wore them well. The other thing I notice is how freakishly skinny I am. Oh - to go back to those days...perhaps someday!

Finally - Bruce is holding in his hand his wallet. Just before this picture was taken, Terry had grabbed Bruce's wallet and threw it into a "reflecting pool"...thoroughly soaking it. I can't remember why he did it...but knowing Bruce and Terry...I am sure it had to do with Terry calling Bruce cheap or some such thing. Too funny.

I will never forget that day - it was glorious...it was sunny...we were young and had our whole lives ahead of us. Sometimes its good to go back to spots like that in your mind and take a bit of a vacation from all the responsibilities and worries of life. We were all young once...

Until next time.