I received a surprise visit today from my old friend Jason Riley. He drove up to Spokane from his home in Baker City, Oregon, and stopped by to see my wife. I was in Wellpinit, so he drove to see me all the way out there. I guess it's not too far, considering the distance he already drove.
As we caught up on old times, we realized we've known each other for 22 years (man, do I feel old). Our friendship is actually kind of ironic in the way it developed. When I was in the 7th grade, I became best friends with his brother Jack when we were transfered into the same home room on the same day. A few months later, our homeroom teacher had surgery, and Jack's mom was the long-term sub. Jack and I became good friends, and I'm sad to say Jason was the "pesky little brother" (4 years younger, to be exact).
In time, Jack and I kind of grew apart, and I didn't see any of the Riley family for some time. Then Jason showed up on our doorstep, looking for a place to stay while he tried to straighten his life out. He only stayed a couple days, but ever since then, he calls or visits about once every year or so.
So I say it's quite ironic that I never speak to my old best friend, but after 22 years, I'm still friends with his little brother.
As we caught up on old times, we realized we've known each other for 22 years (man, do I feel old). Our friendship is actually kind of ironic in the way it developed. When I was in the 7th grade, I became best friends with his brother Jack when we were transfered into the same home room on the same day. A few months later, our homeroom teacher had surgery, and Jack's mom was the long-term sub. Jack and I became good friends, and I'm sad to say Jason was the "pesky little brother" (4 years younger, to be exact).
In time, Jack and I kind of grew apart, and I didn't see any of the Riley family for some time. Then Jason showed up on our doorstep, looking for a place to stay while he tried to straighten his life out. He only stayed a couple days, but ever since then, he calls or visits about once every year or so.
So I say it's quite ironic that I never speak to my old best friend, but after 22 years, I'm still friends with his little brother.
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