I was responding to a reader’s comment regarding early tilling of garden plots and said I knew of three here in the village that appeared to be in competition.
I was incorrect.
There are four.
At least of those that have contacted me.
As a farmer once told me, when I asked about his changing the ground rules for our verbal agreements, there is a lot of time to think while sitting on a tractor.,
I was sitting on the tractor doing the work the telephone brought me (I have yet to go eye ball to eye ball with any of tilling customers this season) and would catch a glimpse of Renter and his friend.
That set me thinking about how to define their relationship. I mulled it and nibbled about the edges of it and finally grew tired of philophizing (yes, I know how I spelled it) and. set it aside for contemplation over coffee.
It still wouldn’t go away however. I often considered man on man friendships. The thing that continually comes to mind is Quixotic – but I was never sure if that would be correct. So, over coffee, I accessed the net and asked to define Quixotic:
quix·ot·ic adjective \kwik-ˈsä-tik\
: hopeful or romantic in a way that is not practical
Urban Dictionary defines it as a friendship of one willing to take a bullet for the other.
I was really hung up on the idea. The close bond between certain men is un-deniable but it is also rare outside family. At least it can be. Sancho’s are not a dime a dozen. And Renters relationship with his renter is of that manner.
A thing not to be trifled with, a thing to be respected and, if of maudlin mind, a thing to cause a certain amount of introspection if one is without such relationship.
I’ve had two opportunities at it. I remained too focused on MY goals to accept what was offered, and let the chances fade. I have determined that Sancho is a necessary thing in a persons life, and the chances are limited.
From the reaches,