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One of the Greatest Treasures in My Life
By Dale Morrow
A good friend of mine is moving from our community. He is
moving up into the Tavares area. A couple of hours away, but too far
to have an impromptu lunch or a glass of tea at our favorite restaurant. It is always nice to have a friend who shares in your values
and interests. This gentleman is a great friend and holds all the values that I
cherish. My hopes are that we can still keep contact. The lunches and tea
drinking sessions will be farther apart but, when I am at our favorite
restaurant I know that he will be there with me. I write about friendships quite a bit, but I guess I have
realized that they are one of the greatest treasures in my life. So it is likely
that this subject will occur in my stories many more times. I will miss him because he brought me a lot of pleasure in our visits. I am
sure that some lucky fellow like me in Tavares will be the benefactor of my
loss. So long my friend, my "View From The Road," will be a little lonely for a
while.
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