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September 12, 2006

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Brenda

I've moved around also, so never made a lot of close friends, until high school. I will always think the world of Craig. He always knows the right things to say. I miss talking to him. He's around,in another state, but we can't communicate. Long story. Not worth repeating. I just hope he knows how much I love him and think of him often. He really was my best friend.

V-Grrrl

Neil (not Neil Kramer) and I have been friends since 7th grade when we were introduced to each other because we both liked Cat Stevens and were considered hippy freaks in an Elton John and Steve Miller Band world. We scheduled every class together. In high school, together we were voted: Most Likely to Succeed and Most Literary. (We were pissed we were not voted funniest.) He always encouraged me with my writing. Today Neil's a highly-respected surgeon. I'm one of the few people who know how drop-dead funny he is and what an absolutely brilliant writer he can be.

Arabella

What a great friendship. You two are very lucky.

I'm planning an upcoming post about C.S., my friend who moved to LA a few months ago, and how nothing has changed except her zip code.

Jenny

Wow. What perfect timing. I just posted about my friend Christine helping to restore my faith in women.

I think you and I are sharing a brain today.

PS. LOVE this post.

TB

Here's to Steve! Any friend of WordGirl's has got to be a pretty awesome person.

My best friend in jr. high and high school was a guy also. Adam and I managed to remain in touch all the way through our 10th high school reunion, but my asshole ex-husband was jealous of our relationship and forced him out of my life. Thanks for reminding me that I really should look him up.

boogiemum

You are so lucky. I never had a friend like this but sure wish I did.

Mignon

I had a Steve. His name was Aaron, and we lost touch briefly after college for a year. In that time he became a heroine addict and was engaging in risky bi-sexual behaviour. After the hiatus, we reconnected and I saw him several times, but he died a month after our last visit from a heroin OD. I'm sorry this is such a downer comment, but throughout your post I kept thinking something awful was going to happen and was so relieved and happy for you when it ended well. Or not ended - continued to be.

Ben

I think we should seek to make every friendship exaclty like the one between you and Steve. It is the most wonderful exchange and it really makes life worth living.

cynical

Rob is my Steve. Luckily for me, he lives right here in Boston and he makes me laugh and gives me a shoulder to cry on whenever I need it. We met my freshman (his junior) year in college, and now -- 23 years later -- I can't even begin to imagine my life without our friendship. I was in his wedding last year, which was probably the most meaningful thing for me, ever. Thanks for sharing your Steve story and for making me stop and appreciate how lucky I am to have Rob in my life, too.

clickmom

Another coincidence, I am working on a post about my friend, Rich (On my blog I call him Pal). We met looking for off campus housing as transfer students in 1984. We lived and laughed and drank together for 3 years. It was great. We lost touch for a couple of years when I became engaged and he became jealous, but bumped into each other on the street a couple of years later and have resumed our wonderful friendship since then. Right now he is trying to buy a lake house on the same lake my lake house is on and the possibility thrills me.

You are right, every one needs a friend like that.

Mary

I envy you. Really envy you. I never had a Steve.

mothergoosemouse

That post put such a smile on my face. What a great guy, a great friend. What history you share together.

Thanks for the reminder to do the same for my oldest and dearest friend. I'll honor her soon with a post.

mothergoosemouse

Oops, forgot to add that my grandparents had a Torino. Seafoam green. Oooooh baby. Still remember those black plastic seats that got so fucking hot and sticky in the summertime.

marnie

That was wonderfully uplifting. I don't have any friends that I have known for most of my life... I just lost touch/drifted away from almost everyone.

I wish I had a Steve.

Spamboy

The way you talk about Steve is almost a perfect description of me and my "sister" Micha (http://www.flickr.com/photos/spamboy/tags/micha/). Someone that looked like me, talked like me, and was born just days apart -- we didn't have to pretend to be related for other people to think we were. To this day, we're nearly inseparable as friends and our spouses are now great friends also!

Steven

Well, I am speechless. Just when I was pondering whether I have really done anything significant in my life, I realized that one of the most important things is to be considered your friend. WOW. I had just returned home after a long and grueling day and I was sitting in my very own freshly-made, steaming pile of self-esteem-wrecking poo when I read your latest blog. I cried. No, I sobbed. What have I to worry about when I have you in my life? You are a great spirit who has made my life richer and happier. I am honored to be your friend. And, may I add that you are an excellent writer? What a great subject....teehee.
Love you.

Heather

Yeah, I had a Steve too - named Ian. I finally got back in touch with him last year after several years apart. But then lately he hasn't been returning e-mails, and I'm sad. You're lucky to have what you have.

Ortizzle

I have been lucky enough to have a handful of Steves. But they were all women, all my best friends in the quarter of a century I lived in Spain. Some were ex-pats like me, some were Spaniards. We cried and laughed and pulled dumb stunts and, most importantly, were there for each other for the drama and the drivel. We met in our early twenties and we grew up together. They are still my best friends in the whole world (not withstanding Mr. O.) Whenever I get back to Madrid for a visit I know I'll be home again the second I glimpse their faces at end of the runway.

Loved your Steve story.


Heather

Yay Steve! I don't know where I'd be without a few of my friends (but I'd have lots fewer storiesto tell!)

Carolie

I have a Steve named Jon. He was my maid of honor. I knew my husband was the right man for me when his only response to my announcement that Jon was my maid of honor was "...well, no taffeta or chiffon. Unless, of course, he's clean-shaven."

I also have a Steve named David, who was my best friend forever in high school. I'm 40 now, and we're still best friends, despite only seeing each other twice in 22 years.

Everyone needs a Steve/Jon/David. My life would be immeasurably poorer without Jon and David...the laughter we've shared, the tears we've cried, the stupid stuff we've survived.

Thanks for a great post.

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