Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Here's my dear friend, Tony. He makes his living as a handyman and has been fixing broken stuff at my house for several years now. I call and whine that my air conditioner quit working, and he says, "Oh that's awful, babe. I'll be right there." He doesn't arrive that quickly every time but almost every time. Our friendship has taken a lot of turns over the years and we now know each other's worst faults as well as our best sides. He is crazy as a loon and he thinks I'm crazy (I'm not, of course). Nevertheless, we are somehow still friends.

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