Today, I attended the funeral of Zeke
, a friend and mentor. I went to elementry and junior high with his sons. He was my baseball coach and scout master. He was an attorney, a county chair, and one of the most generous people that I have known. As is usually the case at a funeral, it was also a moment of reflection on my own life. And, to reflect on the people that pass through our lives that we somehow lose track of. See, despite, all of the contact and influence that Zeke had on my life, I couldn't begin to say how long it had been since I last saw him. His sons and I went to different high schools. Then, I left Texas for eleven years, and when I moved back, I came to Austin rather than Southeast Texas. We each lose track of people all the time. Some folks we should stay in touch with.
Conincidentially, my wife got a phone call today from a friend and former employer in Portland. They are holding a celebration of their 20th year in business, and they wanted my wife, as their first employee, to attend. So, we're off to Portland to reconnect with folks up there.