Quiet hours with a friend.

You never know who will turn out to be a lifelong friend until you’ve spent part of a lifetime with them.  They aren’t always the people you see every day – after all, a lifetime will require the friendship to withstand separation.  But they are the ones who, when time has flown and it’s time to say goodbye, you always know there will be a next time.

Mallory and I met in fourth grade.  We’re coming up on about 15 years of friendship now.  Back in elementary school, we were ambitious little buggers.  As I recall, we organized a fundraising drive for a local women’s shelter, co-produced a 1940s-style murder mystery “radio show,” threatened to boycott our 6th grade musical revue, and as part of a class project, help launch a school newspaper featuring such juicy exclusives as hand-drawn comics and an interview with the school secretary.  We were going places.

Not much has changed in that respect.  Mallory came to visit this week, a stop along her route from LA to Philly, where she’ll spend a year working on her music.  (She’s good, too – click here to check out her music on Facebook.)  We had a good visit.  It went much like they always go – we baked and talked about life as the hours passed quietly, then she played for me and I snapped a few pictures.  When she hits the big time, I will have these as proof that she sat on my couch and gave me a private concert.  All I can say is, it’s too bad she couldn’t fit a grand piano into her Volvo.  My friends are awesome.

I was sad to see her tail lights headed down my street that morning, but I guess I can’t be too sad.  Because I know that, with Mallory, there will always be a next time.

I swear, this photo is gonna be worth millions:

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