Williamsburg Rats

...and I knew that eventually, I’d just be some old guy who kept all of Chuck’s high school sports clippings that he dreaded having to talk to on holidays.  I’d still see him, I’d still be a part of his life, but it wouldn’t be the same as feeling like I was someone really meaningful to him.  Over time, his memories of our days together would fade away, until there were none at all.