134/365 A Fourth Tom
He, Eddie, and I bailed on a French quiz and drove to Princeton: the town where I was born, the school where Tom was headed. I’d hoped that such impulsivity would cement a friendship, but it was 25 years before we shared a beer.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:31 AM
3 Comments:
Were you both speaking French over the beer? That would have been a nice, ironic touch.
So did that beer cement a friendship?
Deloney: Yes, it would have been. My guess is our French was likely better (not good, mind you) at 18. This was a post-25-year-high-school-reunion beer.
FRA: Cement would be a big (heavy) word. We had a great time but have had little e-mail contact since. However, I think we'll always like each other, so maybe that counts.
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