When one of us got inducted into an athletic hall of fame, we all shared the tribute. Another was named outstanding alumni in college. We were there handing out applause. Another couple lost a grandchild. We were there that night with our moral and physical support.
We were connected as teenagers. Now we’re serving on mutual committees and building bridges. Though we’ve gone our separate ways, the road always leads back to common ground.
A girl I once dated wound up marrying my friend. Another companion asked to borrow my tennis racquet. I’m still waiting to get it returned.
And then there was Charlie. He was always a friend in need. Distance never kept us apart, Whenever he needed a handout, he knew where to find me.
“You’re the best friend I ever had,” he kept reminding me.
Sorry Charlie. A friend not in need is a friend indeed.
Writer and photographer Tom Vartabedian is retired from The Haverhill Gazette. He contributes this regular column.