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As my gramdpa once said to me "At the end...if you can count your good friends on one had...then you have had a good life."
True. As of now, I have 4 who I can count on if I am in serious trouble.
Just call your 'buddy' in NYC an acquaitance. I have lots of them.
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Life's jounney is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn-out shouting, "Holy sh*t! What a ride!" - unknown 
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