I’ve never
met my best friend in the flesh, so to speak. We met on an online writing site
and hit it off. We talk on the phone almost every day. We’ve been through a lot
over the ten year span of our friendship and she calmly accepts my limitations.
But, like I said, I have never actually seen her in The Real World (whatever
that is). No regrets, that’s the way we like it.
I was in the produce section of the
grocery store yesterday and noticed a little girl sitting in her mother’s
shopping cart singing Pleasant Valley
Sunday. It’s fascinating how The Monkees have stood the test of
generations. I left the vegetable racks smiling to myself.
When I got home I called my friend and
told her about it. I knew she’d appreciate it. She digs The Monkees too.
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