I guess Kickycan and I are no longer friends. I weep.

I was in New York City this morning. I didn't want to mention this to anyone because I felt that I would be obligated to participate in one of the A2K gatherings if I did.

Not that I have anything against A2k gatherings, but my time was limited. I planned on visiting an old friend, a quick breakfast and then on my way to Maine.

So I'm walking toward my friend's hotel about 5:00 this morning (I wanted to beat the rush) and, much to my surprise and delight, Kickycan emerged from the morning mist and walked straight toward me. He was on his paper route and was obviously in a hurry to beat the deadline.

But, I'm thinking a deadline would be of little importance when two old online friends finally met face to face.

"Kicky!", I yelled as I raced forward, expecting the same reaction from him..

I really thought we would embrace like brothers and tears of joys would cascade down our respective faces.

But Kicky hardly acknowledged me. He just said in a rather curt tone, "Sorry, old timer, but I have papers to deliver. Get lost."

With those cruel words he whisked by me....



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I stared at his departing image and wondered, Did I ever really know this man?

I hope he's happy that his beloved newspapers are more important than friendship.

That son of a bitch.