Broken Record
So last night after work... Like so many Mondays it was time to go see DeAnne and Nicci. Mike Wilson decided to make a semi-rare appearance, and Meredith's best Indy bud Jessica Lipman made and even rarer showing. John David who went to the eye Dr. made his usual late arrival, Mel, Rich, Kay, Monica, Jody F., Chris West and Mary Ann Beuke were already there when I got there in the C-car with Jenni who had to be Enterprised (We Pick You Up) to the spot since it was raining. Other than catching up with Jessica a bit the evenings entertainment was back to back episodes of Cash Cab on the bar's LCD TV. Rich told a harrowing tale of Manure towing and swapping ends on highway 36 when the overloaded trailer jackknifed and spun he and JD around 180 in the middle of the road. Manure maneuver '08 ended with out to much stuff hitting the fan and in the end only a wheel-barrel's worth of horse hockey hit the highway. The rest of the ride Rich kept the scat from scattering by keeping the Jeep under 35 mph.
So last night after the Chatterbox... Having seen Frankton alum Nicci H. for a brief moment at the box, and Meredith's best Jr. and Sr. High School friend I though I would call Dwaine Jackson,
Dwaine
my best friend from my Frankton School years. It has been over a dozen years since we talked, well over . I didn't know that he had 16 and 13 year old daughters. I talked to his mother last October and got a phone number and address (which turns out to be someone else's address not her son's) so I phoned. We caught up a bit, and I asked if he was going to our 30th anniversary class reunion. He said he had not talked to Les Hiatt (the class of '78 prez) but had seen he had called a couple of times. I said if he didn't go I had no reason to, and we'd have to catch up on our own some time. We talked a while longer and then I got back to cleaning the garage. I took two huge garden size bags of detritus out to the curb for todays garbage p/u.
All of this garden variety garage glamorization is for the return of the Blue Frankenstein from Black Forrest Motors. The BFB will have it's bed back and to put the convertible out in the driveway, Ya Vol!
Well the hour is nigh that I have to ride the roads to gainful employ and earn enough money to house and feed (fuel) the four wheeled wonders in and about the garage de World HQ. Ciao Kiddies, and welcome to the newest -Thoughtpukes- readers the Dwaine Jackson Family.
Chuck Pace ©2008