I spent my teenage years in ohio and my parents are still there, so I try to get back often. This past trip was nearly a flyby.
I planned my arrival to coincide with my Mom 75 birthday. It is really odd to think of her as that old until I remember that I too am aging. I like hanging out with Dad. He and I have reach that point where we are friends as adults, without really worry about the parent part.
The next day I drove up to Akron to visit my BFF Mike and his family. Mike is a dead ringer for Barry Manilow when he wants to be. He is one of four people from high school I keep in contact with. Mind you I had lots of friends in HS, but I moved on; most of them did not. Glory Days.
The last day was spent with Jenny. Again one of only five friends from college I keep in contact with. I had fewer friends in college and most of them also simply moved on. The people you keep in touch with are those who significantly touched you. Jenny for instance broke my heart, but I am better for that experience.
Sadly this trip was so quick I never really got the chance to have the deep conversations about life friends need to have with each other. So I saw everyone, but really only their public face.
