My Old Friend SJC

I went to see John tonight. Without question he is one of the funniest people I know. Whenever we run into each other, it's like our conversation from months ago picks right back up from where it left off. Both he and his wife Sue have always made me feel like I am very welcome and loved whenever we get together. Tonight we spent most of our time on their backyard patio talking by the outdoor fireplace. It was a great spot to just reminisce and exchange the latest jokes.

Our history goes way back, John and I. We worked together for many years and had many gut-busting times. We could always crack each other up, no matter what was going on around us.. A fine example of that would be our little hot glue gun/compressed air experiments. We had the whole shop "cob-webbed" one day and it was hysterical. Our boss wasn't necessarily impressed.

On one occasion, when we felt extra devious, (daily occurrence) we discovered that we could shoot grapes through a plastic tube out the shop window at our boss's goats. I don't know if we could have laughed any more than we did that day. After that, if we just opened the window and made a pfffffftt sound, the goats would run away, much to our satisfaction.

John is a retired merchant seaman and would always sing perverse sea shanty's and other limericks. Luckily, we have pretty much a compatible taste in music, so our work CD collection was usually dually tolerable. Eventually, I did convince John that Yanni was spectacular. I do have some doubt though whether he has any of his CD's. Shame.

One of these Fridays, he and Sue have GOT to come over for dinner and hang out with the rest of us.. (I know you're reading this John, so consider this a reminder.)

John has a truck. John has a very big beast of a truck. His Diesel pride and joy, no less. Some may say it needs a ladder to climb up into it. I think it must be 3 or 4 feet off the ground. Huge beefy tires on shiny polished rims. It has some interesting modifications to it too. Too many gauges to count.. oil pressure, turbo pressure, coolant temperature, altimeter... all mounted on the dashboard like chicks in a row. He's got a really class tonneau cover and rack in the bed as well. Hmmm.. most people buy tanks of propane for their outdoor grills... interesting..

Oh yeah. If you're ever in the area and you're following a huge black Ford pickup truck, and suddenly get a hankering for french fries, blame John. He bought a kit so he can used recycled cooking oils. Dee licious. First time he showed it off to me, I could swear I smelled donuts. Would that mean that the smoke rings created by his exhaust pipe would be the ghosts of donuts past?

Love you buddy. Keep in touch and behave yourself. And Sue.. sorry for the dirty jokes. Wait a sec.... you live with John.. NEVER MIND!
Later~