Earlier in the week, I started thinking about Hazel. It had probably been over ten years since the last time I’d talked to her, so I decided to give her a call.
Hazel isn’t her real name, but that’s what I often called her. It was a joke really. You see, back in the 70’s when we worked together at a machine tool company in Cincinnati; we would sometimes talk about our love for old television shows. “Hazel” was one of them, and as a joke, I started calling her by that name and all these years later, the name still sticks.
We talked for over half an hour. We always seem to manage to pick up right where we left off. It was cool to hear her voice again.
The Hazel is the clip looks nothing like the Hazel I know. My Hazel is damn beautiful, both inside and out.
(YouTube video)
I had a grandmother who looked like Aunt Bee so we always caled my grandmother Aunt Bee. How strange is that?
I have a friend I went to college with over ten years ago and we reconnect every couple years and with her it is like no time has past at all. Those kind of good relationships are few.
I can tell my viewing the opening that you so nicely provided that this show was probably a piece of shit.
Maybe Hazel should have been a weatherwoman
It seems like so many ofmy friendshipsdrift away maybe from lack of attention. You have one that remains after decades of just barely being in touch. I don’t know what your secret is but write a blog aboutit.