Tonight an old friend and his family are coming for dinner. I try to remember the last time I saw him, and I can't. We used to work together. I left that job in 2003. We ran a marathon together before that, if I can call 'together' him running it in half the time I did. Still, my feet pounded the same pavement the same day his did.

Thinking about old friends, and missing them, makes me wonder why we dwell on the last time we saw someone, and were physically in the same room with them. In my relationships, being with friends is important. Farewells are difficult enough that I never say goodbye (unless I really mean it). When it's been a long time since I've been in the same room with a friend, it's like a craving. I want to see them and hug them and talk to them. In person.

I don't much like the phone, though. Skype really freaks me out.

I wish it wasn't so weird to write letters. If you would like to receive a letter from me, let me know.