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Quote of the Day: Friends
“When you’re in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, ‘Damn, that was fun.'” – Groucho Marx
Yes, it’s true. Sometimes the things you do are not the smartest. But it is always nice to know that there is someone who will have your back, even then — and think afterwards that it was fun. Kipling talked about that kind of friend in his poem The Thousandth Man.
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My favorite friend quote:
“When a rattlesnake bites you on your rear end, that’s when you find out who your true friends really are.”
Ah, good friends are irreplaceable. Love the poem, @seawriter. So true.
I don’t remember where I got it, but “A good friend will help you move. A best friend will help you move a dead body.”
Same spirit as my quote.
Thousand is about the right number.
Or your gay friends.
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Story time:
Years ago a very good Friend (a very large Marine) and I were arrested in Arlington, TEXAS. Not a bad place to be arrested, but it was still jail nonetheless.
I got booked first and was in the holding cell with the dregs of society. In this tiny cell with about 20 others I found a lil’ corner to lay down and nod off.
Then My Friend was booked. The cell door opened and He walked in. He espied Me and walked a B line Right to Me. While I was laying on the concrete floor (of course, no one knows We know each other) He started kicking Me and yelling, “Hay! You [expletive]!! Yer in My spot! Get the [expletive] out! Move! Now!!”
I jumped and scooted as far away as I could. You should have seen the others scurry and the empty perimeter that instantly formed around Him. There He was by Himself with 3/4 of the cell and the rest of Us crowded in the other 1/4.
Good times…. good times…
I didn’t know this poem. Thanks!
Let me tell you about a very small group of “Thousandth Men” (and Women) which consists of the remainder of our High School class of 1952, yes you read that right, who were friends that many years ago and still get together once or twice a year for old times sake. We– now, as one might imagine, a very small group — only a few days ago had a joyous luncheon gathering at a very fine French restaurant near our old hometown, and told stories of our “between time” from graduation to the present; we told stories for about 3 1/2 hours, as a matter of fact. There have been, as dictated by the grim realities of the passage of 65 years, some major losses from some of those maladies about which I vaguely recall Shakespeare saying “the flesh is heir to”, and there were canes and walkers on the side of the room, but we ate fine cuisine, drank superb French Chardonnay, and had a great old time with each other. A few of us commented on the miracle– in a real sense, or at least a figurative one — that there were not only so many of us left, but that we could have such a great time together– as real friends can do. I have several other real friends in distant cities and every time we talk on the phone, we just pick up where we left off the last time, and invariably promise each other we will — soon! — get on a plane and get together. It is one of life’s true tragedies that so many of those flights never happen– until the final ceremony.
A final thought about friends — I thought one of the truly memorable moments in the otherwise tawdry and disgusting hearings about Justice Kavanaugh’s confirmation were his remarks about how one needed to cherish one’s friends and hold them close as they were such very precious treasures. That sums it up, doesn’t it?
Thanks for this post and the magical Kipling poem.