During the pandemic, an old friend from the mountains found me on Facebook. Well, actually, it was his daughter. We’ve talked a few times on the phone and stuff like that. Last summer we intended to go to Hazleton to meet with him, but life happened, as it always seems to do when we plan something. We set the date to go up there, and if I am remembering correctly, it was the very next day that Molly’s work schedule changed. She had to work that day we’d planned on the trip.
It was really great to see and catch up with an old friend today. He made the trip down here since he’s off work. It was great to see him and catch up. Lots of reminiscing about the old days. Shit, do I miss those old days up near Hazleton every so often. I had so many good times up there and used up several of my extra lives doing stupid shit.
I don’t want to go back to those days, but they’ll always remind me of good times during a rotten part of my life. Seeing him was a great Christmas gift.
It’s funny how we from the time we got back in touch with each other it was like we hadn’t even gone nearly twenty years. Hell By the time he came here It was more than twenty five years. As much as things changed that didn’t change.