Though written years ago, this is still true.
Good friends are a precious, precious find.
In my life I've been blessed to have made a number of friendships that have survived the stretching and twisting of distance and time; friendships which, though sometimes slow to start and now cultivated in spurts and spats, are far more valuable than the millions of friends I sometimes dreamed about when I was younger. They are people - guys, usually - who are honest, flawed and better friends to me than I am to them. I value them highly - more than they realise, I'm sure.
Which is why I am so grieved one of those friends thinks I'm committing adultery.
Here's the second batch of "Photos in da Park!" The first four, in case you just think there are a couple of piles of rubbish in the park, are of a sculpture.