Tuesday, October 02, 2001

I ran into one of the greatest guys from high school today right in my own neighborhood. After scrambling home to pick Max up I had to walk with him down to the school to grab his sisters. On the way back I saw a guy teaching his daughter how to ride a two-wheeler and holly shit its Marty Pickle. Now you can’t just walk up to someone that you haven’t seen in 18 years or so and tell them that they always cracked you up. At least I can’t. so we did the standard “hey” and “how’ve you been” but what I really wanted to do was reminisce about the time that he and Scott Gundy talked Tim and I into helping a guy hand sand a van for beer. We were freshmen and the beer made it a pretty big deal. Tim and I also thought that this older stoner could somehow protect us from our near constant state of fear that first year at BG. It’s a stupid memory but its trapped right in the front of my brain. This has me formulating a mini reunion of goofy people from high school. Tim is always in and maybe I will be able to drag Mark (America’s Guest) out for an evening of odd. I’m sitting here waiting for Liza to get home so I can hatch my plan and get a date. I hope I endlessly crack someone up when they stumble into my path. It’s the little things that charge me up. 12:00:00 AM    says you