Labor Day: A Day of Thanksgiving

We all look forward to a three day weekend, at least those of us fortunate enough to have it off. This three day weekend is one of the saddest of the year in that it marks the end of summer and the slow march toward snow. It is also the one that I look to the most in that I have a yearly golf outing set up by my oldest friend. We played t-ball together in 2nd grade and his dad, also a wonderful person, was the coach.

It is a time to get together, drink, smoke cigars and play golf. Of course there is always talk about the old times. Every once in a while you hear a story that you havn't heard several times before or you hear what "really" happened. Mostly it is about just being together, again. This group is scattered all over the country and we congregate yearly for this chance to play golf and spin yarns.

Afterwards (today) it is a time to reflect on the true wealth that has been accumulated. After all, the true measure of anyone's wealth is how many friends, (actual people you can count on) you have. What makes it even sweeter is that some of us are fortunate enough to have several groups of friends. For someone who grew up thinking they were unworthy of friends, I have been truely blessed to discover the treasure of friendship.

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Cobb