On Friday I had dinner with an old school friend who was in Media visiting his parents. I see George only once or twice a year, so we always have a lot of catching up to do.
So we were having a very leisurely dinner at a renovated old tavern in Springfield, and there was a lively party going on in the banquet room next door. One of the partygoers, carrying a beer bottle, passed our table en route to the bar, and I asked her what they were celebrating. She said it was her brother-in-law's 50th birthday.
"Can I ask you something?" she said. "Are you two married?"
No, we said, but we've known each other since the sixth grade; why?
She said she had seen us three times throughout the evening, and we were constantly smiling, laughing, and talking and clearly engrossed in each other's company. Apparently to her mind that was wholly incompatible with a marital relationship. She then proceeded to deliver a slightly tipsy but nonetheless sound defense of long friendships.
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