Back when I worked at Food Barn, I spent a fair amount of time eating footlong chili cheese coneys from Sonic, driving around drinking a beer, and talking to Joe to wind down after work. Last night wasn't coneys and Old Milwaukee, but I always enjoy time spent with Joe. There is a reason why we remained friends after living together in Manhattan -- we understand each other, we trust each other, we get it. We're very much alike, and nothing is off limits in a conversation -- not what you would expect from a couple of gearhead, beer-drinking guys. Last night put a crummy week into perspective. MarketAide is a job. Family and friends are what is most important in life.
Thanks, Joe.
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