Sheepville

The hardest thing about Tracy being gone is she was my best friend, and pretty much the only real friend I had in Seattle. I have co-workers, but it would be hard to call any of those friendships since the relationship stops after office hours. A friend is someone you have a relationship with outside of the environment you met them and you enjoy their company. Since my interests aren't shared by any of my co-workers, and I'm not exactly an outgoing type, the outlook for friends in Seattle is pretty bleak.

As a kid the longest friendship I would have had would have been Robbie Patterson. We bowled together and I even switched bowling alleys to bowl with him when it was the last year he was going to bowl. I only saw him one other time after moving away and that was when the ex-wife and I were in Richmond and we went to see him and the girl he lived with. I remember we played Trivial Pursuit and I missed the easiest question in the world, what is a Meteorologist. My best friend from high school, Allen, I only saw infrequently on visits to Richmond. I looked him up and talked to him about a week ago, and at that point it had been at least ten years since I had spoken with him. I have talked to or emailed a few friends from Lynchburg since I've been here but like the other friends eventually I won't talk to them anymore.

Tracy has done a much better job than I have of keeping up with old friends. When I visited out here before moving we even went out to dinner with one of her friends from school. She probably is still keeping up with them via email from San Diego.