The call came from nowhere. I'm sitting there at work when my cell phone rings with a Des Moines number showing on the caller-id. I normally won't answer if it's not a number already in my contacts. However, I usually make an exception when it's a local number because you just never know. Good thing I did too. It was a friend I hadn't heard from in years. Funny thing was I was just wondering the other day whatever happened to him.
Bill and I used to be thick as thieves back in the day. The two of us worked at Richman Gordman together where we first met. It was my first real job after getting my drivers license. Oddly enough, we started hitting it off when we discovered that we both used to date the same girl but neither of us knew about the other. She would later ditch both of us for some twenty-something that she would eventually end up marrying. Mind you, she was only 17 at the time. But I'm getting off track as usual.
After high school, the two of us drifted apart. I went off to Iowa State and he attended Hampton way off in Virginia. We would still hook up with the old gang over the school breaks, but even that started getting more infrequent. The older all of us got, the more involved we got into the different facets of our new lives and we lost touch.
Come to find out that Bill has been in Des Moines for quite a few years now. The same area I've been for quite a few years now. Two old friends had been this close to one another and never even knew it. You probably think it was something like Facebook that enabled us to reconnect, right? I mean it certainly seems to be the case with several other former acquaintances. Nope. It was him running into this very blog. I knew it was good for something.
We were finally able to hook up for lunch Friday after days of scheduling conflicts. We fell right into a groove without missing a step. Both of us talking a mile a minute trying to squeeze in as much information as possible. Reminiscing about some of the most notorious moments of our past that were just too incredulous to believe. One would have thought that these two professional thirty-something (yes...I can still say that) men were still in high school from the way we were cracking each other up.
The thing about reuniting like that is you also find out information that catches you completely by surprise. Most notably was the fact that one of our running partners back in the day had passed away in 2005. Will Dobbins was only his mid-thirties when he had a heart attack on an airplane. Chill Will is what we always called him because he was one of the most laid-back, coolest people you would ever want to meet. I really, REALLY hate that I didn't know about it sooner so that I could have attended his funeral. I hate even more that I didn't stay in better touch with him.
Then there was also that news about two former posse members and their recent...um...life choices. One of them was this cat named Andre who always had some feminine tendencies about him but we never thought much of it at the time. Yep...he was gay all along. The other one-- we'll call him CJ since I don't want to bust him out --came as a bigger shock to me. He just didn't seem to have that air about him. Guess I was way off. But then again, so was Bill. I only knew CJ thru Bill which means we had only known each other a couple of years or so. Bill had known him all his life.
That was definitely one of the better lunches I have had in quite a while. I always love visiting with friends I haven't seen in a while to share the good times and the new times. Things like that really help keep a person grounded. Not to mention it assists in providing a little motivation. Furthermore, you begin to realize that the more things have changed, the more some things really do stay the same. Friendship is the one constant that never gets old.