Free throws under a dim parking light

There are days like today when I absolutely love being in my 30s. Days like today are when I look back and can chronicle my life and friendship through lifelong friends like my buddy Marc Carig. He's one of the bloggers on my blog roll who I absolutely love reading.

We go back at least 12 years we were guessing. We met as aspiring sports journalists in the late 90s and have managed to keep in touch all these years. Our story was that we met at a journalism awards ceremony for the Peninsula Press Club. And later on down the line we ended up working together for two years at the Monterey County Herald.

Although we are both on the East Coast we only get to see each other once a year, but you'd swear it was like yesterday when we were standing around the Herald's parking lot shooting free throws under a dim parking light. Or maybe even sneaking in a quick round of golf before work.

Conversation jumps from journalism to theology, to Filipino families, to the SF Bay Area to living on the East Coast. And then always back to journalism. It's a crazy thing, being a journalist. And even crazier when you're a sports journalist.

Anyhow, its a double joy to keep up with friends whose roots run deep in your life. And you figure if you've survived college and your twenties together, there's a good chance you are sticking around for life.