~ Laurance J. Pete ~
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Our friend, who's name I shall not say, to protect his innocence, is a kick in the pants. Every time we've been out motorcycling with him, this is the same pose he gives me when I raise my camera. I don't know why he does this, he just seems to be compelled by some unseen force. I guess he thinks this is his best side. (She chuckles.)
I love all our friends. We are rich in them. We have so many we couldn't fit them all in this big, old house we live in. They are short, tall, fat, skinny, loud, quiet, opinionated, humble, sweet, crabby, abrasive, rude, sensitive, intelluctual, simple, beautiful, flawed, educated, street-smart, lesbian, straight, religious, atheist, young and old. Did I leave anyone out?
Not all of them would love each other if put in the same room together but for the most part there is a common tolerance among them. I'm glad for that.
While on our recent long motorcycle ride, the above-pictured character asked me to ride up front of the pack (8 riders) right behind him as he lead us home. I am not a natural born leader; I prefer to ride in the back but I decided to venture outside my comfort zone and was able to keep right with him at 70 mph. It felt great to be out front and my fear quickly faded away. I knew that if I couldn't keep up, he would understand and not a derogatory word would ever leave his lips. He's a good friend that way. I think it takes one to know one.
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