Wednesday, July 30, 2008

An Old Friend

He has lived here for thirteen years—not long in some ways. He hasn’t ever learned to drive the truck, but the passenger seat has his imprint on it. He really prefers the windows down, but he doesn’t complain. He really likes the drive through at McDonalds and at the bank because he enjoys flirting with the girls. Typical male!

When the grandchildren learned to drive the lawn tractor, he would ride in the trailer behind them and give his advice about their driving. The children seldom paid any attention to his views, however.

He is a friendly sort, but he has his limits. Not many people would be silly enough to try to argue with him. When he rides shotgun in the truck, it is HIS truck. I guess we all tend to be a little territorial.

We love this guy. But sometimes we have to do what is best for our friends even when it makes our hearts ache.