Jon & Laura

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.

So, Jon and I decided that we were cool but then there was this period immediately thereafter where we stopped seeing each other again. I think Jon was supposed to be in the Shakespeare Festival that year along with me and several others and then all of a sudden, for whatever reason, Jon was no longer part of the show. And, for whatever reason, there were a couple of weeks where our renewed friendship resulted in absolutely no visiting whatsoever.

After Shakespeare was done and school had wound down for the underclassmen, I recall that JonMartin and I finally did get back together. There was a new girl in Jon’s life, Laura, and a lot of our early adventures that summer revolved around driving Jon to see Laura at various places, sometimes even in the middle of the night.

It was all very exciting. I had my friend back and we were on our missions to have fun, drink Slush Puppies, visit girls in the middle of the night, and generally cause mayhem all about our fair town. I can’t express what it means to me now to know that these trips helped heal any rift that had developed between Jon and I over the whole Tracy thing.

One time in particular, I remember going to a school campus in Carlisle or Concord, MA to see Laura in a dance performance. It was the first time I’d gone to see any sort of dance recital and though it was somewhat interesting, I recall being bored for a great deal of it. There was a show after that, The Pirates of Penzance, which featured a couple of other CHS peoples. That wasn’t bad.

It was pouring out that night too. I recall that we had to park far away and walk through the precipitation and that was not good at all.

However negative it might’ve eventually become for Jon, his relationship with Laura is something that I’m forever grateful for because it gave us an excuse to hang out again and after those couple weeks of no contact after our initial make-up I was worried that the make-up was just a nice way of making sure that we hadn’t burned a bridge and not a true reconciliation.

However wacky this sounds, his relationship with that girl helped to rebuild our friendship. That’s all. That’s what I’m thankful for.