I’m not quite sure how to infuse my life with more real, human interactions – as opposed to the facile, day-to-day stuff.
It happened twice in May: lengthy face-to-face talking with friends of mine who don’t live that far away, but with whom I never get a chance to talk with anymore.
The first was with my friend Norm, best man at my marriage to Carol. For over twenty years, we played racquetball together at the YMCA, sometimes with a group of other guys, sometimes just ourselves.
We talked about families. Continue reading “Real, live conversation”