The “old friend” effect…

Today was an average day with some, rather notable exceptions.  Today I started my regiment of leaving before the bewitching hour of twelve.  I decided last week that I needed to adjust my hours to be more “living friendly”.  When I came home, Nicole and I both had a workout before sitting down and talking while catching up on  some TV.  She asked me, out of the blue, about “The Major” who some of you know, was a very dear friend of mine.  I was a little shocked how I was affected by the conversation.  I mean, he was just a dog, right?  After thinking about it though, he was a little more than that, he was someone I raised from beginning to end.  I watched his every movement, taught him things, and tell funny stories about his antics through his entire life.  It never occurred to me how big that is until tonight.  I was also contacted through the social media app Facebook from an old friend in San Diego I became friends with while living on my boat down there for a year or so.  He said he had bought my book and was excited to read it.  For some reason, this one post, made me very, very happy.  He and I were never what you might call close, but, this was like something out of a movie.  He was interested in something I made, and that is all I need.  Even if he posts a review that say’s less that flattering things, I am proud that he read my story.  I am truly humbled. Thank You. #beagoodfriend #aloha #myaumakuabyjasondolson #alohafriday

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Whoever, or whatever you are friends with, make sure you always treat them as good as you would this Duesenberg.  @petersenautomotivemuseum #dreamcar #idputmilesonthatcar #rollingworkofart