"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." — Walter Winchell

To have friends, we have to be a friend.  But WW turned on nearly anyone.
Said Larry King of WW, "When he died, only one person went to his funeral: his daughter."

Walter Winchell?

Willie Wonka?

Quote from: skipskip on March 29, 2021, 07:54:47 AM
Walter Winchell?

Willie Wonka?

William Wordsworth?

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.....

There is more if you care to look it up in this well-known poem from the first decade of the 1800's--about how the memory can recall such a scene and bring one peace and joy, much like when we remember finding a long-sought-after or never-imagined tool.  Or even daffocils.
Forgive me for waxing poetic.  I was once a lit teacher in another lifetime.

Lovely imagery.   

That's beautiful.  I'll look up the rest of the poem.  It's almost prophetic - you feel like your viewing a drone camera video.
Al