Let the goodbyes begin

This morning I said my frist true goodbye.

A friend, who I have known for 13 years, got on a bus and went back to Davis while I stood at the bus stop with tears in my eyes.  We spent a wonderful afternoon chatting, bar hopping, eating too much, then meeting up with his lady and roommate.  Together we drank and laughed and remembered why we are friends.  This is the first of many heartfelt goodbyes.  There are many more on the horizon.

AMP and AMC