Boston friends

A couple of the friends I'm seeing this visit I've known since 1983; over two-thirds of my life. Some of the others I've known since I was eighteen or so. Some of the others I've known since they were eighteen or so, when I met them while visiting Swarthmore during my Wanderjahr. It's lovely to know that, although I don't see or talk with any of these folks nearly often enough, we always seem to be able to pick up where we left off.

As I drive back and forth this visit, I've been listening to various songs about friends and friendship. Someday maybe I'll post my playlist, but for now, here's the final verse of David Dodson's lovely song “Farthest Field” (YouTube); I suspect that, like most lyrics, they lose a lot without the music, but they're somewhere in the right vicinity, especially after yesterday's roundsing:

Oh my dear friends

I truly love

To hear your voices lifted up in radiant song.

Though through the years

We all have made

Our separate choices, we've ended here where we belong.

I can't say that Boston is where I belong. But seeing friends is good.

(And of course I have great friends elsewhere as well; it's just that the Boston area has a higher concentration of longtime friends than elsewhere.)

(Wrote some of this during my last Boston visit, in October 2012, but didn't post it.)

2 Responses to “Boston friends”

  1. wild-irises


    Makes me think of a favorite of mine,
    The Honor of Your Company
    by Tom Paxton.

    “Thank you for the honor of your company,
    The music was as sweet as the good red wine.
    Thanks for the company,
    and thanks for the harmonies.
    I’m here to say the honor was all mine.”

    I’m listening to it again now, having looked for the link, and I especially like

    “If ever I was the singer, you were the song.”

    • Jed

      Nice! I hadn’t heard that song before.

      Your link seems to be broken; not sure what version in particular you were linking to, but for anyone else who’s curious, here’s a YouTube link and lyrics.


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