LIFE AT 89
I decided to look for Bob. I hadn't seen him for 40 years. I wanted to talk with him, but I didn't have his address.
Bob was a truly good man, an intelligent, trusted old friend, but we'd parted ways one day in Buffalo when our wives had gotten into a discussion of different approaches to child rearing, and my wife had told his to fuck off.
On the 'net I discovered that Bob had sold his house twenty years ago. Then that he had died three years ago.
At my age searching for lost friends has been unrewarding.
gary1234goss@aol.com
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