At least one Campfire fecalneuric likes to imply that my friends have become my friends because I've given 'em nice things.
180� off-course, Buddy Boy! (A simplicity beyond your ability to comprehend, I know.)
One of my eternal regrets is that I don't have enough of anything to give something of value to every one of my friends � many of whom I haven't even met yet.
Ken, you've given me your friendship by the fire - that is plenty for me.
