A few years ago my best friend from high school called the house and I was not here at the time. He introduced himself to sweetie and told her he was my best friend from high school and also that we had always been best friends. Sweetie says “Yes, I have heard him mention you, but I don’t think you have always been best friends.” “What do you mean”, he says. Sweetie says, “well, he told me that you came into high school at the start of the ya’ll junior year and he said you tried out for right half back, his position and he noticed you talking to his girl friend a lot and he was jealous of you and did not like you. The two of you were continual bickering, so much so that one day at PE Coach Elmore says, “I’m tired of the bickering between the two of you. I’m putting these boxing gloves on you and ya’ll fight until you cannot fight anymore. He said the two of you went after it and fought until you could not even lift your arms any more, then the coach stopped you. After that, you were best friends.” He said, “Oh, yeah, you are right. I had forgotten about that fight.” Funny that Sweetie remembered me talking about the fight and he never even had remembered it. Thinking about it now, it was my heart out of wack and not his. You know, he could not box all that good and I thought that I could….I mean that I was dancing around, moving the old feet, throwing jabs, etc, and he threw hay makers..he would take that old glove back to left field and I knew two minutes before he threw them that it was coming….Those darn thing landed with such an impact, that even if I blocked them, it would jar every bone in my body. I really think I won on style but I believe he won on hurt….That day he became my buddy…He’s still my buddy, we still talk and I appreciate him…..Buddies are hard to find anymore and old buddies are even harder to find….I talked to him last week….You are a good’un my friend…..Thanks for being my best buddy..Pete… ps..lets not box anymore, ok? Thanks….