Bobo made it over toward the end of our stay and we hung out a bit and had lunch.
The internet has had a strange impact on these sorts of get togethers- I'm in such constant contact with all my close friends that actually seeing them is sorta anticlimactic.
I still love it, but compared to the old days when all that connected us were infrequent letters and phone calls (note to my Young Friends(tm): I predate both the internet and cell phones) it's missing some pizazz.
Since we chat and email every day there isn't much in the way of discovery. I'm probably a little fatter than the last time Bobo saw me, he's probably a little grayer than the last time I saw him, but our interior lives are already completely synched up. And that's the main fun of seeing someone for me, getting back that 'closeness'. When you've already got that it's more like bumping into them at the grocery store than having a reunion, even if they live 400 miles away and you haven't 'seen' them in six months.
Given all this arranging a physical meeting has a ritualistic, slightly anachronistic quality, like dressing for High Tea.
It's something you do because it's what one does.
Alas that I have no lingering doubts about the fundamental power of the internet for this realization to shatter.
note to ANNER:
I left my memory stick at work yesterday, so you get no PIX.
Will try to rectify this evening.
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