‘You can pick your friends, and you can (urk) pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose’
Apologies for the less-than-elegant subhead, but it seemed perfect for this piece. So I just had to (urk again) pick it.
See, we just spent another glorious Columbus Day Weekend in glorious Upstate New York with friends we must certainly have ‘picked’ most carefully, since we have been together for decades now. For the purposes of this story, and to protect their identity and their feelings (though they both hate social media and are sure never ever to even glimpse this story; why, they wouldn’t even click on it if I sent them the link), they shall be known here as J & P.