One

One of my best friends died unexpectedly.  We both had been in radio for more than forty years.  I retired in November, and he in December.  He died the following March.

Someone asked me to define "one of my best friends."

I like people, but few I consider friends.  He was one of my best.  Another was a doctor, who died by his own hand in his forties.  Another I had known since high school died of a heart attack, also in his forties.

Terry and I would go months without talking to each other, but that didn't matter to us.  We had a bond that withstood time.

He and I had been in radio for more than forty years.  The last 33 were in the Dallas market.  He became one of the nation's most celebrated country music DJs.  In the 80s, I was his news guy.  Then the competition across town hired him away.

I guess a best friend is a friend who knows all about you -- everything -- and still likes you.  In his case, I just plain loved Terry.  And while I pray that God will comfort Claudia and the family, I also ask Him to tell Terry for me, "Hi, Dorsey!"