Lowenbrau - S&W - 60 plus years of "buddys"

[bigmtnman]

For those of us who have been lucky enough to have had a "best friend" from boyhood to "seasoned citizens" ...... What a gift !


Happy Birthday my young friend !
As I was reminded of your birthday this morning. I was drinking my coffee from an "antique" Lowenbrau mug courtesy of the "Old Europe" in D.C. I remember VIVIDLY the waitress catching up to us as we were about leave. She looked at us both ...and patted YOUR tummy to see if YOU had pilfered a mug. Evidently back then I could suck in MY stomach more than you . The mug has now lost almost all of it's "logo" from about 57 years of dish washing . I put the gun with one of my grips in the pic. to add some interest . Also it is notable for YOU sending me down the road of "gun fanatic" when you turned 21. You bought a .22 pistol, a .22 rifle, and a 16 gauge shotgun. You took me out to shoot them and I was HOOKED .
I could write a book on all the things we have shared from before driver's licenses to beyond Social Security .
Bill, Billy, William, and Wee Willy -- You ALL are always there in my BEST memories .... and helping me through some of my worst. The ONE thing that I appreciate about you the most is this ..... You have put up with ME for over 60 years now. That is no small accomplishment
Always your buddy !
Ken

 

[max]

I have had such a friend for almost 75 years. His son wrote this after going on a pheasant hunt with us:

I've been ruminating on the lessons learned from traveling with two 70 year old men last week and have come up with a list:

1. Tasteless jokes don't ever stop being funny.
2. When an old man needs to go, he needs to go now.
3. Any person who has the chance to have a cradle to the grave friendship is very blessed.
4. If a man is truly lucky, spending time with his father becomes just hanging out with one of the guys at some point in his life.
5. Number 4 applies to his brother as well.
6. The older I get, the younger those old men seem to be.

 

[Golddollar]

I'm lucky to have a friend, Peter, that I have known for 60+ years, from the time we were about 8 years old. We knew each other from the YMCA and then ended up going to school together from about 7th grade. A couple years ago I got a call from his secretary asking if he could come out to see me for lunch. I said that I would be very happy to see him. So one day he came out from Philadephia and we had lunch in town.

After lunch I asked Peter why did he decide to come out to see me after all the years that had passed. He said that out of all his early childhood friends, I was the only one he knew of that was still alive. Peter is a published author, and he inscribed one of his books to me "My longest oldest childhood friend."

 

[Ivan the Butcher]

I've only known my best friend since my senior year in High School (fall of 1973). He was a sophomore, and we shared a dislike for playing basketball in phys. ed. Spending time in the woods camping and winter backpacking, and telling the same old tales.

Ivan