Ben asked me something, yesterday. I fired back my answer. We’ve been friends for thirty-five years.
I woke up this morning, afraid I might have offended him. I emailed to apologize, in case. I got this back:
“…so when we are in our rocking chairs, rest assured I will still be able to tell reality from fiction. And, I will always recognize YOU as the person I have always known. I completely understand how and why you are on pins and needles every time you may say something that could be misinterpreted. Don’t worry about me… I know you!”
What a gift, huh? In this era, I can’t think of anything more preciously valuable.