My Pals

This morning I noticed I have 777 friends on Facebook. I think I have finally found my Life Purpose. 777. Can you imagine my surprise and delight? Seven is my favorite number. I was the seventh born in our family. And I was always Lucky Number Seven in sports.

Seven days of the week. The Wonders of the World. Those Deadly Sins. Seven Archangels. Brides for Brothers. Dwarfs. The Seven Seas. Continents.

Swans a Swimming. Seven.

But now. Look at me. 777 Friends. That has to be some kind of perfect number for me to have in this digital life. So from this point on, I cannot accept any friend requests. Nor can I make any new ones. On the flip side, I better watch what I say. I can’t lose any friends either. So if you are reading this friend, let’s be BBFs always. (By the way, we all know that nothing lasts forever. So the F in my BFF represents “for now” — Best Friends For Now.)

But really. Back to it. Ahhhhh, let’s face it. My days of Political and Controversial Posting are over, if I want to maintain this number.

On the flip side of all of this. Sure, I like having 777 Friends. Who wouldn’t? But do I really have that many? As I scroll through the list, I can barely identify half of these people. I am blessed with a pretty splendiferous memory, so I doubt that I would have forgotten all these friends.

No. I think something else has happened here.

I mean, a “Friend” is typically a person whom one knows…. and with whom one has a bond of mutual warmth, endearment, and care.

A companion, confidante, a second self, an ally. A sister or a brother. The old bosom buddy, pal, chum, sidekick, and crony.

A homie. An Amigo. Dawg.

I can tell you in all earnestness, I do not have 777 homies. No way.

So yes, something else has transpired here. Either, my wit and charm are randomly drawing people into my circle of friends…. OR…. OR….
There are Russian Operatives at work here.

And while this is awkward, I feel compelled to ask the following questions of each and every one of you.

  1. Do you drink Vodka like a fish?
  2. Are your teeth bad?
  3. Do you like fuzzy black hats?

I guess it doesn’t really matter if your Russian or not. I mean, if it is good enough for the President…..

So, until it flips me a digit, I will just enjoy my 777 dear, dear, friends.



“I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’s
― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men


“The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.”
― Barbara Kingsolver


“I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,” said Pooh.

“There there,” said Piglet. “I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh