One of my oldest friends passed away this week from a sudden heart attack at age 61. We've known each other over 50 years and our families are very close. Sometimes we'd go months without speaking due to the hectic pace of life and our families' busy schedules. I look back now and say why didn't I reach out more and try to spend time together. I know I shouldn't beat myself up over it, but I still feel guilty and angry that I didn't and can't spend more time with him. The moral of the story is reach out to your family and friends. Don't put off spending time with them and telling them you love them. Cause you just never know when it's all over.
Here's a couple of pics from back in the old days. It was a summer day in upstate New York in either 1980 or 1981. That's my first 70 Satellite convertible that I bought for $400 and drove through 4 years of college. I'm in the middle with the big mop of curly hair. My buddy Sam who passed away is on the left. Our other buddy Arty is on the right. Arty and I did a few shots of Jack Daniels with Sam's three sons tonight. He was a great guy. RIP Sam. Miss you buddy.
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