David Rowell, about his friend David: “We took solace in each other's company, and that we had few similar interests didn't much matter: He ran track, and I played tennis. He was drawn to guns and hunting, and his friends were almost all male. I had plenty of female friends -- my unfortunate lot being the confidant, the good and valuable listener -- and the only thing I shot was basketball.”
This article, which makes for good Sunday reading, reminds me in part of my old friend Brent—who always got the girls but hung out because of our similar interest in basketball. We were the best team playing two-on-two at lunch: we always knew what the other was going to do. The article also reminds me of current friendships, friendships that will last forever and will no doubt have the moments Rowell describes where the silence needs to be broken with uncomfortable questions.
