|Just A Girl And Her Bike|
For every time I fly to Cincinnati, I not only go home, I revel in home. Inhale it. Drink it all in.
Going home, for me, is a giant, soul-deep hug. A comforting blanket of great memories that I gladly, thankfully, wrap myself up in the minute my plane lands.
|7822 Buckeye Crescent|
But none of that matters because the absolute best part of my growing up years -- my friends -- are either still there, or they make it a point to be there, or they are there in spirit, whenever I go home.
|Tirsh, Mik, Nel and Heis, 15th Class Reunion|
And no matter how old we are when we gather together after a long time apart -- in our 20s, 30s, 40s and now, gulp, our 50s -- our inner 10-to-18-year-old selves instantly reappear, giggling, smiling and guffawing.
It's so therapeutic crossing that sentimental bridge from now to back then. Such a grand celebration, an awesome testament, to the miracle of life-long friendship!
It's The Wonder Years, Glory Days and Golden Girls all wrapped into one big, beautiful, damn-it's-good-to-be-together-again grin!
|Ann and Nan|
So we reunite and our invincible summers, sometimes overshadowed by disheartening winters, shine through brightly once more.
|Me and Linda Lee|
|Girls Just Wanna Have Fun|
And once more our special Friends Forever bond is magically strengthened.