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I met Ed when he was 31, I was 27, and my friend Shar was nearly 29. We spent a lot of time hamging out together, listening to a local band till 3 in the morning, going to Star Trek conventions, talking about everything from Star Trek to Neul Young to the best thing to order at Redamak's to our religious similarities and differences (all Christian, different denominations). When Shar and I weren't close for a couple years, Ed filled that space and when he moved out of state, we'd talk on the phone for hours. Eventually I met Irish and Ed faded into the background. I wish he hadn't, but he was little old fashioned and probably believed it was the appropriate thing to do.
Today Ed turned 60. How is he 60? How are Ed, Shar, and I middle aged people who would probably all prefer to listen to music at home - or at least not close out the bar anymore? Instead, it's our nieces and nephews - around the ages we were then - who do these things and we've become the aunts and uncles who enjoy listening to their stories when we see them every so often. It's the natural order of things but today it made me a little sad.
Happy birthday, old friend. Love you and miss you.
Today Ed turned 60. How is he 60? How are Ed, Shar, and I middle aged people who would probably all prefer to listen to music at home - or at least not close out the bar anymore? Instead, it's our nieces and nephews - around the ages we were then - who do these things and we've become the aunts and uncles who enjoy listening to their stories when we see them every so often. It's the natural order of things but today it made me a little sad.
Happy birthday, old friend. Love you and miss you.
