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 One of my favorite memories about my friends is one that happened in the early 1970s.  Tom and Mike had made investments in a venture that was starting up.  When they told me about it, I convinced them it wasn’t a good idea.  I posed a few questions they didn’t have answers to.  They talked to the venture group to get answers and, subsequently, got their money back.   They were so grateful, then, that they did not invest that they wanted to reward me for my input.  They said I could have anything I wanted and offered sending me to Europe for a week, (or) fine jewelry, (or) a new wardrobe, (or) more!  I told them I didn’t want anything for helping and we went back and forth a while, “we want to do something”, “but I don’t want anything”.     Right as I had them convinced I really didn’t want anything, I thought (and said), “Wait a minute!  Yes, I do!”  I, clearly, remember the grateful and curious smiles on their faces.  🙂  🙂 There were a couple other friends there, so I said they would have to be involved — to which they replied they weren’t involved with the investment and did not owe me anything.  I told Mike and Tom they would have to convince the others to partake, as part of the deal, but the others quickly surrendered to it ~~ conditionally, of course ~~ without further coaxing.  

 

I said, “OK, this is what I want:  I want all of you to drink milk!”  They thought about it, a few seconds, then the moans and groans started.  Mike, sincerely, sweetly, and desperately said, “Wouldn’t you rather go to Europe?  A whole week!”  Tom said, “What woman gives up clothes?!?  We’ll buy you a car load!  Milk?”  

 

“Yes, milk, that’s what I want!”  And, after more discussion, we made a date for Friday night.  The guys would order pizza, I would supply the milk.  (I insisted.  I didn’t want any excuses.)  Milk goes great with pizza!   

 

The big night arrived.  (Boy, you’d think I had asked them to swim an ocean.)  It was hard for them to take those first swallows, but, eventually, they got in to it ~~ and enjoyed it.  One picked up the empty carton, looked in to it, and got a sad look on his face.  I said, “I’ve got more!  It’s in the fridge!”  Looks of delight everywhere!  🙂

 

We had such a wonderful evening!   One asked why I would turn down a week in Europe or fine jewelry to have “milk” with them.  I told them “What would Europe be without all of you?  Fashion comes and goes — I’d be stylish only for a few months.  Jewelry?  I’ve never been one for ‘bling’.  But your health?  That’s priceless!  I hope you’ll all drink milk, from time to time, in the future.  Here’s to Milk!”  We held up our glasses and toasted. 

 

My friends and I had to separate — whether it was because of job transfers and so forth — but I still love and miss them so much!  Those are the people I need to be with to feel complete in life.  I still think of them every day, so often.  They are the ones that got me through all my troubled times… just thinking about them and all the great times we had.  I live every day to be with them again.

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