i was driving past Valley High School this afternoon and I started to thinking about old friends from high school. Dennis O'Nan came to mind. Once, at a party at his house, minus his parent, we were 5 guys and three girls and at some time during the evening the other three guys took off with all the women and left Tony McAdam and me all alone. Too many frustrated hormones and too many beers and we decided to move Dennis' car....sideways.....in his garage. Using a floor jack, and moving the car a little at a time, we moved it until it sat sideways in the garage. It seemed really funny at the time. [see the previous part about too many beers]. When Dennis came home, we hid in the bushes down the street. Middle of the night, we were on our bellies trying not to snicker and Dennis was walking up and down the street, describing in great detail, what he would do when he caught us. It took several weeks for Dennis to calm down and we never talked of it again until 40 years later, sitting on a beach in Hawaii. I found out then that Dennis had been regularly going out at lunch in high school and stealing my car, driving his friends to lunch, and returning leaving everything as it was. So, it was a moot point about who was getting revenge on whom. Dennis is somewhere in Alabama and I haven't seen him for years. Dennis is a true friend. We ran together in high school and then he went into the Navy and I went to school. He came back to get married and start a family and we got together again for a few years. He moved to Harrodsburg and we lost contact. 30 years later, we meet again. We travelled some; gambled some, and then drifted apart again. I say he is a true friend because, if he walked in today, we would joke about how fat, and old we had become, then we would be comfortable together as if we had been next door neighbors for 50 years. As it is, we have just been friends for 54 years. Some of the best friends are some i made in high school and it is a shame I have not been able to keep them close to me.