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Harkening back to the good old days is usually an exercise in focusing in on the good times and blocking out the bad. It’s easier that way. But my bachelor party weekend reminded me of something else; something that I am proud of. It’s more than being proud of the accomplishments of my group of friends, which I would hold up against any set of 10 guys in the world. I mean that. But I’m proud of the relationships that I’ve maintained, and proud to be associated with a group like this. In the Big Chill, the characters bemoan losing touch with Alex (the guy who killed himself). I completely understand how it happens. Life gets in the way, whether it’s work or kids or something entirely different. But for me, losing touch is an excuse, and a weak path to walk. I think you have to work for (and sometimes fight for) the positive influences in your life. There is plenty of negative out there in the world grasping at you to pull you down. And it is your responsibility to recognize the good and shed the bad; no one else’s. I have made it a choice (and a priority) to stay close with this group of guys beacuse of their positive influence on my life. And something that I couldn’t quite articulate to my fiance when I came home happens every time I’m around this group of guys (or a subet of them). So I’ll try to explain here, using the Big Chill as an aid. Continue reading