Friends for 60 years:
Bob Bayner delights in giving a false account of how we met. On the first day of school junior year in high school, he came up to me before class, pointed to a pile of copybooks on my desk, and said menacingly, "Hey, kid, give me some of those." (He hadn't taken time to buy supplies, so I was a have, he was a have not. He believed in the Equal Distribution of Wealth.) Out of the goodness of my heart I gave him three copybooks, which he took to be a sign of weakness. To this day he claims I was intimidated.
In fact, I was a lover of wisdom. Bob was a tough-looking guy from Clifton Heights, a notoriously tough town. I was from Yeadon, also a tough town, but I had learned that my Yeadon origins never helped me in a fight. I thought it good policy to make friends with tough guys, since I wasn't one of them. Bill benefited from my innate kindness and my dawning skill as a diplomat. But I'll let him think he intimidated me. It's good for his self-esteem.