Pat the Pony

Old friends cannot be created out of hand.  Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions.  Antoine de Saint-Exupery

966265_10201512623720341_135588622_o“C’mon, Kamm, pat the pony.”

And for this I had no response. I had just introduced Amy to one of my oldest and dearest friends, a man known for his (hilarious) irreverence at times but not complete lunacy.  So I just stared at him.

He clarified: “She’s great.  Pull the trigger already.”

That kinda helped, but I was stuck on “pat the pony.”

“Pat the pony?” I ask.

“You know, you’re at a pony ride, and the pony comes by, and you like the pony and want to take the ride, so you pat the pony. So, pat the pony already. Marry her.”
Continue reading “Pat the Pony”