I’ve always been pretty good at making friends in school and work, but none of those relationships are as close as the ones that I have with my About Men Radio posse.
As I look back, Pedro and I worked together in two different jobs as did Pedro and Chris.
Chris and I worked together briefly and I was his backup newspaper delivery boy when he went to Disney World with his family. Silvio and Rich also worked together on a neighbor’s food truck.
Oh the stories….
Chris was the first to get married and moved way upstate. We’d exchange cassette tapes to give him an inkling of what we were doing.
Pedro was the next to take the dive.
Upon his breakup and with no place to go, he called me, and Father John’s chalet was open for him until he was back on his feet.
Pedro may have seen it as me helping him out, but he helped me through the grieving process of losing my dad.
Several years later, I was again cleaning out the apartment for my then-wife.
Joe McNulty, another longtime friend, helped paint and install some phone extensions in the house. Once the apartment was cleared out, my wife then thought it was suitable to move in.
The apartment was then redecorated with most of her things, which she took with her when she left.
What I didn’t realize is that Pedro and the guys would email me, but my wife (now ex-wife) was deleting the emails.
I eventually met Pedro for lunch and we re-connected. After my divorce, Pedro, Rich and I were driving around and I had a million questions of what I had missed over the previous three years.
Surprisingly, not very much.
Back in college hanging out with Pedro, Gary and Rich became relatively the same each weekend.
We’d get into the car and Pedro would say, “Rich, where do you wanna go?”
Rich: “I dunno. John?”
John: “I dunno. Gary?”
Gary would say that since he was driving that we could pick a place. Pedro would usually offer his suggestion, which was fine with us because we didn’t really have anything in mind.
Years later when we reconnected, it was the same. It felt a bit like “Waiting for Godot.”
Godot never came and I thought in those three years that I missed out on things. Yes, there were moments that I did miss but rejoining the posse felt good.
The same thing happened over 10 years ago when I reached out to Carla, Chris’s then-fiancée, and Pedro and I drove out to Pennsylvania.
Upon seeing Chris, there was a feeling of no passage of time.
The band was finally back together.
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