I've thought a lot about this day for many, many years. When I was a kid I promised a friend of mine that we would meet again in Indianapolis on November 11, 2011 at 11:11:11 at a hill we used to be cycling repeats on. The 79th Street bridge east of Indianapolis is not a very exciting place to fulfill some life -long, mid-life check-up, so I flew to California and stood facing the Pacific ocean high above the water, watching the waves smash into Dume Point in Malibu.
Not many people have friends that hold 25 year old commitments. Particularly between men. We went to the Ynez Valley wine country afterward, known for the movie Sideways (see it if you haven't) and drank Pinot Noir's for a few days. I've never had to defend my heterosexual nature so frequently.
What's next? Forty is behind me, well I'm in it anyway. And the whole world is in front of me. There is only one thing I can answer definitively: swim.
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