SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE

Wow....Has it really been a month since I posted? Well, there are a lot of reasons for that. Getting settled in our new home has a lot to do with that, and there have been other issues at play...which I'll tell you about later.



Life in Georgia is good. There seems to be a Huddle House in every small town here, and that's not a bad thing. After a slow start, the Bulldogs took care of UT this past weekend, so there were more than a few happy faces around town. This week I am covering a few softball games, so life is good. It's tough getting used to softball in the fall, but whatever works.



So many times, you hear about how life can change so quickly. Well, Amen to that! But, thankfully, some things don't. The beauty of East Tennessee in the Autumn is one thing that has remained a constant.McDonald's French Fries, that could be another. But, the other night, something hit a nerve inside of me. The bond between friends is something that never goes away.



When asked if I have any siblings, I usually say "No." However, that's not entirely true. I have been blessed with some very close friends that are just like brothers or sisters. Randall is one of those. Since meeting him in second grade back in 19--none of your business, he and I have developed a bond that is just as much family to me as anyone outside of my parents.



We've played Atari....Nintendo....Over the years, you name it. We've discussed just about everything you can talk about over the years. I told him the other night that the only fight I remember us having was about who could kick the other's butt in a fight. We weren't even mad.....but each had a different answer. Fortunately, we never found out.



Nearly three decades later, that friendship has endured through a lot. Most of our conversations are of the 5-10 minute type, as he has his family, and I have mine. However, last week was a little different. Without going into detail, as it doesn't really matter, there was a conversation that meant a lot. Getting older makes for interesting stories sometimes, whether you plan them that way or not. There was about an hour and a half conversation last week between two friends that meant a lot. Sometimes sharing those "interesting stories" in life makes you realize that you're not alone. And, though the subject matter might have been a little different from 1983, 1990, or 2000, it was two friends talking about shared experiences---good and bad....and while I can't say I want the bad.....Thank God for the conversation. Thankfully, friendship is the same whether your six or thirty-six. So, if there's a friend that you haven't talked to in some time....give them a call.....Might pick them up a little....but I bet it will do the same for you!