I don't know the death of someone close in frinedship. Perhaps that is why death comes to me so often as an enemy. An old friend died in a hotel, someone I was no longer in contact with who had flunked out of college. My chemistry lab partner who competed with me and was a bit alien killed himself with a pistol the first semster at Christmas. A good friend whom I had vistied after leaving town and whom I had sold the old engine out of my car to died years later at less than 50 died of a heart attack. These pull at my memory but not at my heart. Different experiences breed different cats.