I’ve written in the past about how I’m genetically incapable of being late, and the trouble it causes me. Most of my friends continue to be chronically late, and I’ve only recently understood that this is really my problem. I can’t change their behavior, only my reaction to it.
Last night, I was meeting my dear friend Patti at my old stomping grounds, WEAC, to take her to dinner with some other friends of ours. We were to meet at 5:30, and as usual, I was there about five minutes early. She was in the parking lot, waiting for me.
“I hope you weren’t there very long,” I said.
“No,” she said. “I just knew that you’re usually a little bit early, so I wanted to be here to meet you.”
Is there any doubt why I love Patti?
Good Morning, Adam. I thank you, as well, for a wonderful time last night. I appreciate your friendship and now more than ever… we need our friends. I appreciate the opportunity to share time and thoughts about world events. I appreciate most … having a place to both laugh and feel safe.
Is there any doubt why I love Adam?