A Host of Friends

A close friend of mine occasionally brings me a couple of gallons of raw milk from a local dairy. My taste buds had been craving some Frosted Mini-Wheats drenched in the cream-rich milk. I received a call informing me that a delivery was on its way. When my friend arrived, he apologized for being tardy in dropping off the two one-gallon milk bottles but had been distracted by the hefty snowfall of the past few days.

As he opened the back of his vehicle to retrieve the milk, the image that confronted me was at first confusing. The rising hatchback unveiled two ice cream-filled glass containers that appeared to have been shattered with a hammer! “I guess the milk froze when I left it in the back of the car overnight”, my friend deduced. “Yep, no fresh milk for my cereal this week” I sighed.

A few days later another friend of mine asked if I’d drop by a cabin that he maintains and replace the filters in the hot tub. “No problem, what’s the address?” “2142 North Big Springs Loop” he replied. I drove over to North Big Springs Loop and began looking for the cabin. There were 4200’s and 4300’s but nothing approaching the numbers that he had given me. I called my friend, “Are you sure about the address? I can’t find anything even close.” “You have to just look a little. I have driven past it myself. It’s just a little east of Robin’s Roost” he said encouragingly. After spending forty minutes searching up and down the street, I received an apologetic call from my friend. “I am sorry, that address was actually the door code (I changed the numbers for obvious reasons).

With a new year come more experiences. I cannot wait to see what my friends have in store for me in 2016.