Rovenia Braddy writes about Harrisburg from the point of view of someone who lives, works, shops and socializes there.
Christmas for my family is traditionally spent at home with me cooking Christmas dinner. We often have another couple come over to join us for dinner. We usually spend the time after dinner sitting and talking about what our plans are for the upcoming new year. Our friends have been coming over for several years now. This year would be a little different. Our close friends would be leaving Harrisburg and relocating to West Virginia. We were and still are very happy for them, but we knew that we would missed them.
There are things in our lives that we take for granted. We had always assumed that our closes friends would be around. My friends and I had established certain traditions that will be difficult to continue now that they live in West Virginia. One of those traditions involves the purchasing of chicken from Karns. Whenever there was a sale on chicken at Karns grocery store my girlfriend's husband would call me and let me know and visa versa. We did this for years. If one of us wasn't able to get to the grocery store the other would go and pick up chicken for them. It was our thing, we had become "chicken buddies."
That's the wonderful thing about friendships, friends become comfortable with each other, they look out for each other, in my case, they buy chicken for each other. There are friends that come into our life for a season and then there are those who remain with us even when distance separates them physically. My girlfriend and her husband may live in West Virginia, but nothing will separate our friendship. Not distance or chicken.