Before I start doing any serious writing in NaBloPoMo, I want to take a moment to recognize a significant milestone in my life. Now, too often these days, anniversaries are taken lightly - “Hey, we’ve been dating for two weeks!” or “Congrats, Lindsay! You haven’t been in rehab for a month!” I’ll be doing the same thing later this month when I celebrate my blog birthday. But the truly relevant anniversaries need special attention.

On November 1, 1997, I was a sophomore at a Catholic high school. I had the day, a holy day of obligation, off from school. Some guys I had met in school decided to spend the day at the mall. So that afternoon, five or six of us piled into a 1982 Toyota Corolla and headed for Granite Run Mall, were we enjoyed a lunch of Friendly’s and a trip around the mall. Therein started a bond between three of the participants that day - myself, Pat, and Andy - that has lasted to this day. Ten years of hanging out with the same crew. Friends have been added and subtracted from the group, but the three of us have always been a part of it.

Happy ten years, fellas. Here’s to many more.

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