New friends

I went to work today, set out to do a good job. When I arrived I was met by old friends that once were new. We signaled in the way that we do, our hello's, our laugh about one thing or another. And then we settled into the day.

Is there anything more rewarding than returning to a place where you feel you make a difference? It can be numerous places and different people on a regular basis, but what stays and what keeps are the old friends that once were new.

True for the workers on the dam all five or so years, 1931 into 1936, families were made, unions were sought, companies were formed, men and women graced the desert with each other, for they had today, the future would take care of itself.

This kind of embrace of a place in time reminds us to seek new friends along the journey, working hard as we go at whatever it is we do. It's really very simple. What we do is who we are.