::This little number I found while clearing out never published writings. I don't know why I never "published" (if you can even call it that) it. But, today I needed this reminder. It's weird how events in your life never stop teaching you. I wrote this while I was interning at the radio station this past summer. I distinctly remember what I was wearing (black crop pants, lace top, and a striped sweater). It was just one of those moments.::
They sat down next to me. My original Barry Goldwater campaign pen caught their eye. We struck up a nice conversation. But, I had receipts to sort through, so I let them talk.
Their conversation would lag about every 5 minutes. You could tell that they'd been friends for a long time. They talked golf, politics, coffee, and golf.
As they got up to leave, one of them touched my arm and wished me a "good rest of the day, sweet heart." They offered me a round of golf, but I had to decline ( this girl has no idea how to play).
They reminded me of the simplicity of life. The good times. The friendships. When I'm old, I hope my life is as sweet and easy as these two fellows.