I wasn't expecting him.
Man, we hunted, fished, frog-gigged, double-dated, and kilt snakes together.
We served in each others weddings. Stood up with each other, too.
Did everything together. Learned darn near everything we know together.
Then, we kind of parted ways, and learned a bunch of junk separately.
But, it seems that we learned the same things, though on very different paths.
The Mrs. just happened to have supper ready. We ate purple-hull peas, fried okra, and hot water cornbread washed down with iced tea.
I couldn't get #4 son to come to the table. He's shy of "strangers." Damn shame that #4 son views my dearest old friend from forever as a "stranger."
That's my fault.
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