It's good to have Friends

I have good friends. That is not a light statement to make. There are rules to friendship and responsibilities. I accept them whole heartedly. On occasion, friends can help you out of a spot of depression or worry or whatever just by listening, being available, advising or even, if needed, to whack you between the eyes and say get your stuff together and fly right. Sage advise seems to be the most prevalent. I include my friends in my extended family, as I have related in a previous post, it is a marvelous amalgamation of in-laws, outlaws, saints and sinners. I would not trade them for the world.

I have them in Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Illinois, Florida, Colorado, California and places I can't remember. I'm not bragging per se, as I am sure everyone has family and friends spread from the south 40 to beyond. I'm just saying that this "Group" is special and dear to me and it makes me feel lucky to have them.

I don't know the criteria involved in getting these wonderful folks enmeshed in my extended family, I just know it happens. Whether they are children of friends, old school mates and their familys, people I met in the service, or friends of my bride and her family, past neighbors, they have all just merged into the Prairiedog Party. Good listeners, readers, thinkers, merriment makers, erudite wits, gourmands, pert and perky, crusty and stubborn, but not a mean bone in their bodies.

I know that all are intelligent, caring, happy people. We all seem to enjoy each others company, but can be apart for long spells and pick up right where we left off. There are some that do not know or have met many of the others, but I'll bet my best bottle of wine, that they will click when they do meet and I hope they all meet sometime.