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Haven’t We Always Been Friends?

Aristotle drew a ladder. I drew a circle. A scheming actor asked to climb, and I answered with a question built to end the conversation. Years ago, in a rehearsal room that smelled of coffee and radiator dust, an actor I will call Curtis said six words I have retold wrong for decades: "I want to be your friend." We had known each other three years by then. We had built shows together, struck sets at midnight, shared the particular intimacy of people who fail in front of each other at ten in the morning and repair it by eight that night. His sentence cornered me. I laughed a little, the way you laugh when you need two seconds to find a door, and I said, "Curtis, haven't we always been friends?" […]

https://bolesblogs.com/2026/07/20/havent-we-always-been-friends/

Haven’t We Always Been Friends?

Aristotle drew a ladder. I drew a circle. A scheming actor asked to climb, and I answered with a question built to end the conversation. Years ago, in a rehearsal room that smelled of coffee and radiator dust, an actor I will call Curtis said six words I have retold wrong for decades: "I want to be your friend." We had known each other three years by then. We had built shows together, struck sets at midnight, shared the particular intimacy of people who fail in front of each other at ten in the morning and repair it by eight that night. His sentence cornered me. I laughed a little, the way you laugh when you need two seconds to find a door, and I said, "Curtis, haven't we always been friends?" […]

https://bolesblogs.com/2026/07/20/havent-we-always-been-friends/

Haven’t We Always Been Friends?

Aristotle drew a ladder. I drew a circle. A scheming actor asked to climb, and I answered with a question built to end the conversation. Years ago, in a rehearsal room that smelled of coffee and radiator dust, an actor I will call Curtis said six words I have retold wrong for decades: "I want to be your friend." We had known each other three years by then. We had built shows together, struck sets at midnight, shared the particular intimacy of people who fail in front of each other at ten in the morning and repair it by eight that night. His sentence cornered me. I laughed a little, the way you laugh when you need two seconds to find a door, and I said, "Curtis, haven't we always been friends?" […]

https://bolesblogs.com/2026/07/20/havent-we-always-been-friends/

Haven’t We Always Been Friends?

Aristotle drew a ladder. I drew a circle. A scheming actor asked to climb, and I answered with a question built to end the conversation. Years ago, in a rehearsal room that smelled of coffee and radiator dust, an actor I will call Curtis said six words I have retold wrong for decades: "I want to be your friend." We had known each other three years by then. We had built shows together, struck sets at midnight, shared the particular intimacy of people who fail in front of each other at ten in the morning and repair it by eight that night. His sentence cornered me. I laughed a little, the way you laugh when you need two seconds to find a door, and I said, "Curtis, haven't we always been friends?" […]

https://bolesblogs.com/2026/07/20/havent-we-always-been-friends/

Haven’t We Always Been Friends?

Aristotle drew a ladder. I drew a circle. A scheming actor asked to climb, and I answered with a question built to end the conversation. Years ago, in a rehearsal room that smelled of coffee and radiator dust, an actor I will call Curtis said six words I have retold wrong for decades: "I want to be your friend." We had known each other three years by then. We had built shows together, struck sets at midnight, shared the particular intimacy of people who fail in front of each other at ten in the morning and repair it by eight that night. His sentence cornered me. I laughed a little, the way you laugh when you need two seconds to find a door, and I said, "Curtis, haven't we always been friends?" […]

https://bolesblogs.com/2026/07/20/havent-we-always-been-friends/

Vor einiger Zeit schrieb ich auf diesem Blog darüber was wir unseren Eltern schulden. Mich interessiert jetzt noch der andere Blickwinkel, selber Eltern sein und auf die Dinge schauen, die jetzt anders sind. Ich schrieb damals: „Ich habe eine eigene Geschichte, aber auch eine mit meinen Kindern. Unvollendete Erzählungen. Und sie werden es bleiben bis es zu spät ist. Die eigene befindet sich […]

https://blog.hamdorf.org/was-schulden-wir-unseren-kindern/