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From the editor:
Did you ever wonder why some people you meet in life remain friends, while others that have shared the same space with you in HS, neighborhoods, or sports teams, become just memories? I spent last weekend in Memphis at a college buddies wedding, along with 4 other college pals. We were stag. Our wives (most of whom are also alumni but all close friends) allowed us to attend the wedding of our good friend. It was a blast to say the least!
At one point on our way to Graceland (Elvis's home), we were piled into the rental car, all on our cell phones with our wives and children. The same scenario happened once in the hotel room as well. If we were back in college and all on the phones with our girlfriends, I would have thought, pathetic! Not now. As I contemplated this scenario I was watching, I had to smile and think, this is a good bunch of family guys! Off on their own but not far from their soul.
We laughed from the second we met up in Memphis, to the time we left. It was obvious why we have remained friends for so long; laughter and respect. I haven't laughed so hard in so long. We did so much of what we did in college in Memphis; talk, drink, and laugh but now with more meaning. It was great to see our pal get married, and it was great to see the guys again. A few of our pals were missing at this event. I hope next time it is everyone from our group including the ladies. But it was a great reminder of why we are friends. You guys rock!!
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