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Last updated 9/12/2018 at Noon
We stood on the sidewalk outside Starbucks, momentarily awkward. It was just a goodbye, just the end to an hour of sipping coffee and catching up, just three men of a certain age. We’ve done it a bunch of times.
But this was the last time, so we stood there, arms full of parting gifts we’d brought along. Bags of plums from an over-enthusiastic tree. Homemade cookies laced with the most addictive substances known to man (i.e., butter and chocolate).
And a bottle of a favorite adult beverage, handed to one of our favorite adults. Larry was leaving, finally moving back to familiar territ...