BFF

Girls know that BFF means “best friends forever.” I even found a t-shirt online…. This photo of Max and his best friend made me remember. (remember remember remember…. cut to fog/dream sequence….)

Sarah and I always dressed alike. We shopped together and bought the same clothes. Of blessed memory are the two-tone brown suede shoes – my first with a real heel – and the blue and red cotton dress. Not together, though. Ewww. I remember the talent show where she played the guitar and we sang Jet Plane in front of the school. I know it doesn’t sound too horrendous, but 1) you didn’t see the granny skirts we made and wore and 2) you never heard me sing. (if you are one of the lucky few who has heard me sing, I’m still sorry.)

The year was 1967. The same year that Sarah’s family moved to my town from Madison, Wisconsin – which seemed on the other side of the world. I remember hearing that cheese and dairy were big there. And that her father had been a professor at the University of Wisconsin. I never told her that I thought he taught something about cheese. In reality, he taught math.

Sarah had a Wisconsin license plate on her bedroom wall. I guess they didn’t make you return them back then. We were inseparable, Sarah and I. Did I mention we dressed alike? We truly thought we were hard to tell apart. Which is hard to understand because she was tall and blond and I was not so tall and dark. But we were the same inside. Still are.

I don’t see Sarah as much as I’d like to. But after 38 years, we are still there for each other. We still have a relationship. And if she needed me, I’d be in the car heading 64.5 miles west so fast….

And that is one more reason why relationships are more important than one-off business deals/projects. When you know someone, you know what’s what.

I guess it’s my week to contemplate relationships. And to look at cute pictures of kids in uniform.