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Over the past week:

  • A friend texted me about his opinions of Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road” (not good)
  • A friend sent me a poem that he had written, then he sent me a revision of the same poem with commentary
  • Half a dozen friends texted me about golf
  • Two friends texted me about issues and concerns related to education
  • One friend texted me about a possible business idea
  • One friend texted me about a man in Pennsylvania who threatened to kill his wife over lasagna
  • A friend texted me several times about the current machinations of the stock market
  • A friend texted me about the Boston Celtics playoff run (and texted with me in the middle of playoff games)
  • Two friends texted me about the new Bruce Springsteen song
  • One friend emailed me comments on the latest chapter of my new storytelling book
  • One friend texted me about the sunk cost fallacy
  • One friend texted me about the political ramifications of the death of RBG
  • One friend recommended a book on poker, which I purchased and subsequently exchanged texts with him about
  • Four friends texted me about the New England Patriots
  • Two friends texted me about non-Patriots related football things
  • One friend texted me about a management strategy
  • Oner friend emailed me about a new, independent school opening in Hartford (which fits a model I have dreamed about opening for years)

I’ve been blessed in many ways in my life, but very high up on the list is the incredibly diverse and interesting group of people who I’m proud to call my friends. I really never know what I’m going to find when I check my messages, and I think that is fantastic.