I was thinking today of my friend and old flame Joey Kafka. I met him when i was 25. I drove him home from an after hours party (dont ask how). I thought him impossibly handsome and didnt ask him out. Years later, we crossed paths at his wine shop, and I wasnt shy. Thus began one of the most unique relationships ive ever had. My friends adored him. So did I... He never hit a false note. Never strained for effect, and with a wink that let you know, he was in on every joke. He was my touchstone for years after and when I moved to the outer recesses of Chicago, I knew one of its most fabulous inhabitants, was only a phone call away. I dont really know what happened that night, (like Rashomon, so many versions) but Ill choose to remember him and honor him with love. When Im down and feeling alone I think of him leaning over to me at some wine tasting and whispering, baby, lets rock it out. I guess I just miss my friend.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 03:36:57 +0000
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