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But you can choose your friends. I think that is how the saying goes. For the past six weeks, I have been playing golf again one day a week with my friend Ronnie, who I have known for a little over a year. It is a casual friendship, which I think all should be, but life has a habit of intervening into relationships. Ronnie is a large, very masculine, 80-year-old gentleman who has never met a stranger and has the personality that everyone recognizes as an invitation for instant friendship. I have known younger men who had a well-deserved reputation as being a “babe magnet” but Ronnie is a “friend” magnet who can’t help himself from being friendly.
Ronnie has been married several times but for the past six or seven years has been living with Karen, who has also had a few marriages. Karen is a beautiful woman who was once a movie star. She never actually had a starring role but she was in major movies throughout the ’50s and ’60s. Ronnie will not be playing golf with me tomorrow because Karen is in a serious medical crisis.
I will try to help by getting permission to review her medical records and radiology images so I can explain things to both Ronnie and Karen. Getting that permission and utilizing it is a battle I have fought a few times and I dread it.
You can choose your friends, but the older I get, the more I think it is not worth the trouble. I am going to stick with the ones I have. Like Ronnie.Published in