Sunday Evening!

As I type these words, I am finishing up the second of three days off from work.  Tomorrow is Memorial Day, and I don't have much planned except for a time of reading while I rest and relax.  While I was at the coffee shop for the usual Sunday afternoon ritual of reading and drinking hot tea, one of my best friends called to inform me he was in town.  He had mentioned coming to the D/FW area, but then I didn't hear any more of his travel intentions.  Wow, this was an honor indeed!  He met me at Buon Giorno.  After a few minutes of conversation, we walked through downtown ending up at the beautiful Water Gardens.  Several high schools were holding their graduation ceremony(-ies) at the Convention Center.  The area was packed with graduates, and apparently also the bride and groom from a wedding.  Of course we furthered our time of fellowship, catching up on each other's lives.  Once back at our vehicles, I drove us to The Bearded Lady on Magnolia for a late dinner.  Neither one of us had ever been or eaten there.  Laughingly, we both ordered the L.U.S.T. burger.  (A friend had recommended this particular entree.)  Overall, our visit wasn't very long, but the time of visiting was so refreshing.  I long for this type of camaraderie in Fort Worth, and have yet to find it among the people I know living here.  As with everything else in life, the visit came to an end.  Parting is such sweet sorrow, but there is always next time.  To my friend I wish the best of success and safe travels in life.

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