Brenda Sue was all girl - her mother bought her clothes from the Sears & Roebuck catalog every Spring. We all eyed her with envy as she walked into the classroom with the latest crisp skirt and matching striped blouse with shoes to match. Boy, did she look good! And the boys thought so too! She was all sweetness too! Her personality was sunshine and her disposition was full of caring. She was my best friend in all the world. Brenda Sue. We spent more hours together than I spent at home in my four years of high school. Mall-shopping, McDonald's burgers, trips to the lake, trips to the porch to talk for countless, endless hours on how to solve this relationship issue and what "that latest boy-note" must have surely meant. Courted by all the boys in school, Brenda Sue was also the first to get a car at sixteen! A bright, red Pinto shiny and new. But was she selfish? Not a chance! She carted me around in that Pinto as if I were co-owner. Brenda Sue. Married now with four children of her own, I barely get to talk to her now. Good thing we spent all those lazy, hazy days of Georgia summer on her trampoline, slathered with baby oil and dreams. Had we only known the future, we would have taken off in that red Pinto and never looked back. Brenda Sue. Thanks for the memories . . .
Proverbs 18:24 A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly, and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
