A milestone, of sorts.
On this date, a fairly long time ago, I went to a party. It was hosted by one of the first guys I'd met when I moved to Denver earlier that year. He introduced me to many of his friends, some of whom I had seen out at the bar or the like, and some who were new to me. One in particular was a friendly, talkative guy with dark hair and a full dark beard. One of the first things I noticed about him was his very fuzzy forearms (woof!). We chatted some, and seemed to hit it off. Little did I know that all this time later he would still be in my life. Today his beard is full white, and the fuzzy forearms are salt & pepper. But he's just as interesting and as much fun to be with as ever.
What struck me is that party was 26 years ago. At the time I was 26 years old. So from today I've had Van in my life for half it. And I have to say, it has definitely been the best half.
What struck me is that party was 26 years ago. At the time I was 26 years old. So from today I've had Van in my life for half it. And I have to say, it has definitely been the best half.