My old house, my old friends

John, my friend since 1970 (the taller guy) is getting his house painted. One of the painters bidding on the job did the house I owned throughout the 70's, then sold to Lindsay, who was renting the downstairs back then. John and I went over to check out the paint job and see what else Lindsay had done (and is still in the midst of doing) to the place. Wonderful reunion! As awesome as my newer friends are, I think there's something extra-special about the old ones.