Give me a call

 Today I have been feeling a great deal of sorrow as I try connect to several old friends. In each case, I remember happy days when we shared fellowship and I feel the lack of it in the present moment, and the seeming impossibility of a restoration. In each case, there is an element of my own hand in making that so difficult---political or otherwise.

If you've read my blog, you know this is a constant theme of mine. In many cases it is my own hard-heartedness that has caused this. Since the start of the morning, I have sent out four letters by mail.

Yet something very wonderful has happened today too. I heard from an old friend whom I hadn't heard from in many years. He went to college with me in Salem in the 1980s. I think I last saw in Portland twenty years ago. Maybe I saw him when I lived in Portland. His name is Tom. 

His email to me was brief: 

I was thinking about you the other day. Im not a fan of email and havent done social media in a long long time.

Give me a call (808)xxx-xxxx

Now that's what I call the perfect email.

"Im not a fan of email." Amen to that.

"havent done social media in a long long time" Amen to that as well.

"Give me a call"  I'm beginning to think phone calls will save civilization, because they are one of the few ways to break through the Matrix that is keeping us all apart and mentally ill. 

If you want to be my friend, then a phone call is a requirement, I think. 

The area code told me he lives in Hawaii, perhaps. Turns out he and his wife now live on Maui, only a few miles when where we were staying in December. A shame I didn't know that, but there is always next time. And the phone call will be delicious.

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