Left, Right, Left
Loudly, we would wrangle well into the wee hours.
Gene and I would worry all but us; uneasy friends, smok-an’ drinkin’ buds
with different ways we saw our world.
Not even—no more.
Look and listen both ways. Lean from friends.
Mind the gaps of age and wisdom, our unforgiving nature.
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Our Literary Journey 
If only everyone could learn to get along.
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Nicely done, Bill. I think we all did some ‘wrangling’ in our youth 🙂
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So sounds like you: Pure Bill. Love it!
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“Uneasy friends” – good description of many relationships where worldviews clash – but still, friends.
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Dear Bill,
Sad when friends divide. Is that picture you? Well written 33.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle.
Yes, it is I, sitting on Gene’s deck in Ankara, Turkey.
Gene and I grew apart not because of our disagreements, but in spite of them. Time and geography took a toll. Then one day I realized that he was not kidding. He really is crazy. 🙂 There is nothing so invigorating and bonding as good friendly argument, as in a battle of wits.
Peace (mostly),
Bill
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