It’s so good you called, Jim.
Your Christmas card
jolted me into responding.
We go back so many years–
jumping off rocks in Central Park,
drinking ouzo and shouting Opa! Yasou!
I gave you my old car.
It was a….
Just gimme a minute.
“Pontiac, Bob.”
Thank, Jimbo,
You were my first friend
when my family moved from New York.
We met at that summer camp
sponsored by….
…Just a sec…
“The CYO”
I’m having a senior moment.
“Well, you are 72, Bob.
Do you still make beer?”
No, bourbon.
I’ve developed a few flavors.
We should get together
go cross-country skiing.
IF I CAN FIND MY SKIS.
“First we need snow.
How can be it 50 degrees in January?”
I was saying the same thing
to a friend from Riverdell.
You taught him.
…Give me a sec…
He said he learned so much from you.
“I guess he is one of the good ones
who didn’t fall asleep in my class at Providence.”
Jim, you taught him at B.C.
“I meant B. C.
senior moment or
suppressed memory.
Do you recall that my son
went undefeated in the long jump
in his senior year at Riverdell?”
You mean your brother, Tom.
He was the senior
always in the moment.
