What is about old friends that gets me thinking. Talked with one and he made that comment that with the passing of my father, it was an end of era. I agree. My father was of a time removed. And yet he had manners, treated everyone he met as they were the most important person. And he was louder than me. There was a time when who ever was the loudest won an argument - usually we did it just to upset my mother.
And I've always said if I was a tenth of a man my father was I'd be somebody. Another Kemper friend tells me not to try and compete with my father. Not doing that but I am glad I am like him.
Speaking of that friend; there is a country song called Voices by Chris Young. I hear voices myself and they are usually of those friends from Kemper. I kid that I have two guys on my shoulders (maybe more at times). Note I didn't say Angels or Devils, because at times they are both. But I can hear those voices, and if I wanted, I can picture exactly what they look like. Then. One of those friends wears a baseball cap as he is getting extremely bald; where as in his younger day he had curly blond hair. In this case he really needs to keep the cap on.
I can't swear if they give me advice, keep me company or are just made up memories. No matter what, they make me smile.
