St Ann Street Friendship

From time to time, I meet a dear friend of mine at this small bar on St. Ann's. It is one of those particular places that you have to make an effort to find but once you enter you know it will always remain a mile post in your life. In many ways she becomes an ole friend because you know you will have many conversations in her protection that has little value but for the conversation itself.

On this day I go to meet my old friend once again. About 40 years I believe that friendship has lasted...don't see much of one another for long periods. We are not separated by design, we are separated by the search of our own adventure. Our adventures are totally different but in many ways the same. Never knowing what we will find or experience but expecting nothing but the observations we share along the way.

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and yes adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes. I have a well placed Sexton in my study and any time I feel lost it reminds me that life is the great adventure. Life experiences with the risk is what defines the character. Life has become my friend. At times I become disconnected from her lessons, but when we meet again and embrace, our conversation will pick up at the very point where we left off. That's a true friend.

Darkness is beginning to fall, but I see a faint light in the doorway that reflects the shadow of my friendship. We embrace and our conversation begins just where we last left off...

Here is to Friendship...my dear friend down on St Ann Street.

Ego, my friends call me Doc