This past weekend I had the pleasure of re-connecting with old friends that I went to school and grew up with in my home town. Something we try to do at least a few times a year or more. There was live Rock n' Roll, food, and of course Harley's. Growing up in a small town affords one always has the feeling of coming back home when events of this nature occurs. It’s real. Some of us live hundreds of miles away now. Some live as I do within a 50 mile radius however, each of us makes the effort to follow the beacon from the lighthouse home when activated and we are many.
At this point and age in my life I realize how blessed I am to still be close to the ones I love and grew up with. Each and every one us feel the same way and it is the reason why we each answer the call home again and again.
I love my friends and believe it or not after 20-30+ years we still genuinely like each other too. L We come together for a common goal. Re-connection.
Peace
