High School Friends

It's always easy to laugh at Dave:

This is from the first weekend of August, when my crazy friend Dave came to visit from Arizona. We rendezvoused with our old high school buddies and had a grand old time. Here we are at a Mexican restaurant before listening to live jazz at Al Capone's old hangout, the Green Mill. Photo courtesy of guesswhatchickenbutt.com.

I'm fortunate enough to still be close to a large group of friends from high school, which I must admit to having taken for granted. Perhaps it's not as common as I thought; whatever the case, it's neat how we can all meet up. The day after Thanksgiving a large group of us went out to dinner: my best friend, down from Minneapolis with her new fiance, friends who live in Arizona (Dave) and Louisiana, Champaign and Springfield and Chicago. Lucky for us, our parents all live where we grew up, and I predict that while our reunions will decrease in frequency over the years, they'll still be a part of holidays at home.