Best Friends

They say you can't have more than one "best friend." But I love all my friends, Ms J. They're all the best friends any man could ever ask for.

I went to visit Frankie today. She's a school teacher but she doesn't work every day.

"If ever you find yourself at home during the day, Frankie," I often tell her, "give me a call and we'll have lunch together."

So she did. I took some leftover lasagna and some bread, fresh from the bakery, and drove to her house around 1:00. No, Ms Journal. I did not eat any bread. My friend enjoyed a couple of slices though, and of course she made certain I was reminded repeatedly of my Lenten promise.

Thank-you, Frankie. You were very helpful.

We talked about Meagan and about Kelly. We talked about Life - Frankie's and mine. Frankie is a spiritual woman, gentle and sweet. Her husband, Tom is a lucky man. (You owe me $5 now, Frankie) And I always enjoy her company. (Make it 10.)

Two hours passed quickly while we ate and chatted, and soon I had to return to work.

Look at this, Ms J. Look at what Frankie gave me, "just because."


It's made of plaster, I think, but it looks like stone. It's meant to appear cracked.

I've been signing my e-mail "Live. Love. Laugh." for years now. It's become a kind of Dale trademark. What a sweetheart, eh? Thanks, Frankie!

See what I mean, Ms J? Don't I have the absolute BEST friends?

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