The Atlanta Cruise

It's funny the only time I think about blogging is when I spend a little time with my best friend Tony O'connor who now resides in Atlanta. It's been a while since my last entry to this blog, over two years to be exact. So those few who did check in occasionally I appologise for not keeping this thing up to date. For security reasons I had to delete one of my entries here. But now I am back.

My friend Tony has a really nice 1996 corvette and he really loves the that thing. He knows that I have always wanted one all of my life. So he has been inviting me down to go for a ride a long time. Well I finally got to meet up with him and ride in the vette during our Nashville tour back in 2005 when I first started this blog. Well it is a little over two years since then and now I have my own vette. I just recently purchased a 2007 Atomic Orange Convertible and I drove down to visit with Tony. I let him drive most of the time I was there and he fell in love with my car. I finally sold him on the idea of getting a convertible in stead of the hard top.

Any way the trip was pretty much uneventful on the way down and on the way back. I didn't get stop once. This car gets almost 26mpg even at 80 mph. And it is really comfortable. I was not tired at all when I got there. Well that's enough about the car I'll talk more about it in another post.

This was very therapuetic for me. Like I said before Tony and I have been friends along time. It is so good to be able to look back from where you came from with a friend. We shared old memories of friends and loved ones. We even talked about the long lost third musketeer who really did nothing to try to remain friends. We both decided that that was his loss not ours. It has been a very good 35 years with Tony as my friend.

Tony said something to me that even now strikes me funny. He said "I don't really know why we became such good friends." And when I look back I don't really understand it either. When I was about 10 years old tony lived across the street from me and he was sort of a bully. Now those of you who know Tony will find that hard to believe. But bare with me for a moment or two. Tony is a year older than I am and I was small for my age at that time. Now I am 6'2" and weight 220 be difference from way back then. Any way I used to save coke bottles to make a little money and stored them on our back porch and Tony and his brothers would come over and break them. I didn't do anything about it because I was afraid of Tony and his brothers. Of course there were three of them. Anyway one day we ended up wrestling in the front yard and I actually was able to beat him one day and I never was afraid of him again. I am sure that remembers this differently than I do but it happened this way. Anyway we moved shortly after that and I didn't recognize Tony when we first met at a Nazarene Church in North Little Rock, AR. Tony and I had a mutual friend mentioned earlier as the long lost Musketeer. So we ended up hanging out together. Can you see why it might be hard to understand why he and I are the best of friends? I think it is because we had so much in common.

I wouldn't want to go through life without a friend like Tony. There have been other people that we were close to that we both wish were still a part of my life but at least Tony and I have held on to a wonderful friendship. I look back at our other friend and I still feel really sad that he is not a part of this but I am said because of what he has missed out on more than I am sad for me. The funny thing is it would only take a phone call from him to rejoin the three musketeers. Maybe I should have called this the 3-Musketeers cruise. Well until next I hope you come back to my blog.