Anchors

My closest friends were anchors. To have outlived them is like pulling up the anchor and finding yourself adrift. It's hard to replace almost half a century of shared experiences, mutual history. My oldest remaining close friends are in L.A., not here. Friends from the 1960s. Lately I see them about once a year. I exchange emails with one of them more frequently than that. But it's not the same as when I had anchor.