I was going to spill the beans on religion today but I seem to still be going through a mild case of impotency. So maybe something lighter…
Under water, with our eyes closed. That is how Cid and I used to kiss when we were seven. We would dive and meet in the middle of the pool and for a second or two our lips would touch, electricity would travel to the end of our toes and we would do it again, and again. We would then re-surface and we would check to see if anyone noticed. No one ever did. Our parent enjoyed adult time with their Scotch and soda and whatever Cid and I did on the bottom of the pool was our business.
We were inseparable, joined at the hip, phone buddies, weekend warriors and explorers. We explored the farm, the pool, the barn, and even got to draw our private parts on the dirt. We played doctor and I always took charge, he always complied. Our friendship grew and grew and throughout the years even thought we got to explore a lot more of each other, ours was always friendly love and never anything more demanding. The marriage and all the silly little promises we made to each other never materialized… at seven we were friends, between 17 and 27 we were occasionally more than friends, at 37 he was a missing friend…
Here I am, 30 yeas later and the phone rings. The caller, Kennadi wants to talk with Eric, who is seven. She calls and calls. But Eric is not home, then he is swimming, then he is playing outside. After five calls, he finally talks with her for a second or so. Of course curiosity is burning in my veins. The memory of my friend Cid is fresh in my mind. I think of all that I fondly remember from those days. So I ask Eric: What did Kennadi want? She wants to know if we can break up for the summer. He says. I ask if that hurts him. He replies matter of fact…Nah! She’ll be back. I hope so. I hope, he can enjoy the same friendship and love that I did with my friend Cid.
Hey Cid, this one is for you!
