Some friendships don't age. They just get better stories.

Thirty-three years. That's how long it's been since we first met — and there we were again, still laughing at the same jokes, still finishing each other's sentences, still as makulit as ever.

We're different now. Our sizes have shifted, our hair has changed, our lives went in a dozen directions. But the friendship didn't age. It just collected better stories.

Old friends are a kind of home. They remember the version of you before you became who you are, and they love both.

If you still have one of those friendships, call them this week. If you've lost touch, it might not be too late.