One Good PF Flyer Whistle Is Enough

It's funny how stories from the distant past become clearer as we grow older, wiser and more experienced. This week, the Aurora High School Class of 1979 lost another classmate--Jeff Thach. Fortunately, we were able to see him in the fall when he showed up for some of our 45th reunion activities. I never thought about that being the last time we would hug his neck.

This week--I  talked about my favorite things this week on Facebook. My favorite things are my tribe, my circle, my people--if you will. I decided long ago you just can't have too many friends (or shoes), but friends are way more important.

This week's podcast and newspaper column is dedicated to a pal from my childhood: Willa Faye Hubbard. I don't get to see her or talk to her as often as I'd like, but her folks were always good to me and we shared many a popsicle back in the day.

Out of a 60-plus year friendship, we only had one bad day that resulted in her, for some reason that I most likely totally deserved, ground my Tiger Tooth Decoder PF Flyer Whistle into the dirt. I had owned it less than two hours.

Easy come. Easy go. I'm truly blessed.

Friends are worth more than any ol' whistle.