{"id":115236,"date":"2014-03-04T17:03:47","date_gmt":"2014-03-04T22:03:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/115236\/like-father-like-son\/"},"modified":"2014-03-04T17:03:47","modified_gmt":"2014-03-04T22:03:47","slug":"like-father-like-son","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/115236\/like-father-like-son\/","title":{"rendered":"like Father, like Son?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font size=\"4\"><font face=\"comic sans ms,sans-serif\">just got back from Skip&#8217;s funeral&#8230;I didn&#8217;t go to the cemetery&#8230;The pastor said it was voluntary&#8230;I ended up in the fellowship hall chatting with a pair of former high school classmates&#8230;I remember them, I&#8217;m pretty sure they don&#8217;t remember ME&#8230;The way I recall it, my Dad used funerals to catch up with old friends&#8230;I never did ask him what he was feeling&#8211;I can&#8217;t imagine him being able to tell me about them anyway&#8230;I&#8217;ve kinda adopted that policy myself&#8230;The second serious crush I had was there&#8211;Shelley&#8230;she looked very good&#8230;I spent as much time as I could hanging out with her&#8230;The first actual date I ever went on was with her&#8230;I re-united HER with a classmate of her&#8217;s&#8211;THAT felt good&#8230;I found out some things about my Musical history that I had been unaware of thanks to Mark, who met Skip thru ME (I think)&#8230;seemingly, someone I admired, Mark thought of differently&#8230;my Parents sure didn&#8217;t like the guy&#8230;I&#8217;ve always said I was naive&#8230;<br \/>\n <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font size=\"4\"><font face=\"comic sans ms,sans-serif\">Apparently when I say [so and so] and I drifted apart, what I mean is *I* drifted away&#8230;It seems that the people I met or knew because of Skip remained friends with Skip all these years&#8230;For instance, I coulda sworn Skip told me Shelley moved to Colorado&#8230;She told me that her and her husband split their time between there and MD&#8230;so the reunion we had today (after THIRTY-FIVE years) theoretically coulda happened years ago&#8230;Perhaps SHE didn&#8217;t want it to&#8230;I keep forgetting, ya can&#8217;t go home again&#8230;But IF she wasn&#8217;t married (and presumably in love) and IF I was handsome and financially secure and IF I had a car I would ask her out&#8230;But none of that is the current reality&#8230; 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