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  • When I joined facebook I friended everyone. I accepted invitations from people I knew, and some I didn't. All of my friend requests were accepted, although there were a few I now wish had not been. Which brought me to this conclusion:

    There’s a reason we move on in life, letting some people go.

    My roommate in college was the closest friend I ever had. When we weren’t in class, we were usually together pretending to study, listening to Boston or Kansas with the volume cranked up, playing pinball in the student center or prowling around the landscape in my pickup.

    When the weather got cold in late fall we'd make a thermos of coffee, get some doughnuts and drive up into the mountains to the North Carolina state line. We would stop, get out and sit on the tailgate drinking in the color of trees, and the majestic hills of the Smoky Mountain foothills. If we were lucky, someone would be burning leaves or a wood fire. Our ears got cold and noses ran from breathing in the cold. Sometimes we'd talk, sometimes sit quietly enjoying the moment.

    After college, when I got married, he was in my wedding. When he got married, I was in his. He ended up in Texas. I stayed in the south. As the years passed we gradually lost touch with each other. Until facebook. We friended each other. I started getting his updates and reconnecting with my old friend.

    But I didn't remember him being so “right wing” in college. I’m sure he didn’t remember me being so far to the left. For example, both of us had daughters out of the country at the time. His was doing Baptist missionary work in South America, mine working with AIDS victims in Germany. He was so proud about his daughter spreading the Good News to the unsaved. I was proud that my daughter was NOT.

    He was the first person I “un-friended” on facebook.
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