Tell Me About Your Posse!!
Stop that!! You know I said “Posse”, p-o-s-s-e, so cut that out!!! Through the years, my posse has changed in size, in need, and in reason. I still remember my first posse from way back in elementary school as if it were yesterday. There was Joel, Tony, Juanita, Ebenezer, and myself. We were practically inseparable. I guess that pretty much goes without saying. A posse isn’t just a person and a BF who see each other from time to time. It’s not the bond between two people who live 200 miles away, but still keep in touch. A posse is “up close and personal”. A posse is one for all and all for one, seemingly for forever. However, at least for me, a posse can change time and time again throughout the years. Mine went from medium to small, to large, to huge, and finally, today, it has basically become just the two of us, just my bff and me.
After entering junior high (that’s 7th, 8th, and 9th grades for you “new kids on the block”), I assembled a new posse. The one female in the group was replaced by Sylvia. The guys became Smitty, Bob, George, and of course, itty-bitty me – I was the smallest of the bunch. Smitty and I were both in love with the same girl – Sylvia. One day, it came to blows. He and I fought each other (translates: bear hugs and near hits) all over the classroom before the teacher came in. Desks, books, and chairs went flying through the air. Nobody won. The fact of the matter was that she didn’t like either of us – at least, not that way. Smitty and I remained the best of friends, Sylvia remained loyal to the group, and we all lived happily everafter. High school (all male) found Bob and George and I forming a new posse together, as we were the only three in the group who went on to the same high school. We added Terrance and Larry, although Larry was always a bit spaced out and we’d have to reel him in at times. I found that with each new posse, the bonds became stronger and stronger. Today, Bob and George and I are still very much in touch with each other, living in the same city, but are more like BFF’s than a posse.
My college posse proved to be the largest posse of which I’ve been a part. To estimate, I’d say that the grand total of members came to somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty (20). Remember, now, we’re not talking about bf’s, bff’s, or anything of the sort. We are speaking of a posse – always together, always kickin’ it, always loyal. Our college posse gathered in the lounge of the women’s dorm, after class, usually around 3 or 4pm. One by one, two by two, we’d slowly formulate into a crowd, gathered around a few tables – it was time to play Pinochle. Two of us would make a wine run. Three made a food run. Upon the return of those who had made runs, that posse would be there, intact and in full, until about 11pm!! We played cards, drank wine, and filled the dorm with merriment each and every day of the week. I can remember a few of the names, but, I’ll pass on posting them as some of them are probably still wanted by the law, and I’d hate to be the one that gets them nabbed. There are a few from that posse that I still consider BFF’s, even though I haven’t seem them in at least ten (10) years or so. When I have, it was brief, and we vowed to keep in touch, but, you know . . .
As I entered the work world, which lasted thirty (30) years, I probably became a part of about ten or more posses during that time. Today, my posse consists of just two – Aaron and I. Aaron and I met at the job when his wife was pregnant with their second child. I threw a baby shower for him, and we have been friends ever since. The winter months find me with my butt glued to the couch in his basement watching the EAGLES play. Nowadays, he grumbles about His Five-ness and A. Reid. I laud them both as our team scores. The summer finds us riding bikes through the park on a Saturday morning. Here in Philly, we have a bike path/walking path/running path/inline skate path that circles the river in an 8 1/2 mile oval. At the end of that run, neither of us are tired, but are both certainly out of breath. The rest of the year finds me at his house engaged in Pinochle tournaments between friends and family. Aaron’s son is in his thirties, so, I guess that’s how long we’ve been friends. Then, again, we’re more than friends, we’re bff’s, but, even more so than that . . . we’re a posse!
Big or small, everlasting or momentary, a posse is like family. What’s your posse like? What the biggest posse that you’ve been privy to? Which posse was/is your favorite? Peace.
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“INSEPARABLE” by Natalie Cole
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