Yesterday Inklings and I went to a funeral for the father of one of my high school friends. He was also the father of the girl I dated all through high school so it was somewhat unsettling to me as to whether I should go or not. I am sooooooo glad I went.
The friend I went to see was on the wrestling team with me all through high school (I also saw my wrestling coach). We did a lot of things together associated with wrestling, horse racing and hunting and just screwing around. He was a tremendous friend and a really good kid. Today he is the Emergency Room Doctor in a town a couple of hours south of us. In addition to that he is still racing horses (takes after his dad there).
While I was standing in the line waiting to talk to the family I was thinking about when we took the wrestling coaches car from Park City to American Fork during the State Tournament to see a couple of girls. Going home was the worst snow storm I have ever driven in---I got behind a semi and just followed the red lights---good thing he didn't run into the ditch.
On the way home I showed Inklings where he had shot eight geese one time out the window of my car at 70 miles per hour with a .22 caliber rifle---now my friends they weren't sitting on the water but were flying along beside us---he is without a doubt the best shot I ever associated with. Problem with that is that none of the rest of us got to shoot at anything that day because our limits were filled.
I thought about Scout Camp where our Scout Master had a great big German Shepard that would retrieve anything from anywhere. We got in a little trouble for fishing too much and had to do some camp clean-up. I can't remember which one of did this but all of the junior counselors went into a big wall tent while we were cleaning up. One of us threw a stick onto the roof of the tent and the dog went after it---right to the top--- the tent collapsed with all of the leaders inside and they struggled a few minutes to get out. We knew nothing about what happened though when they asked us.
I assure you I thought about a lot of other things too but thought the ones above were enough to share about our friendship. I could have talked for hours reminiscing about things we did yesterday and today all I can think of is just a few. Oh well those are the days that made us who we are---ALL MY YESTERDAYS ARE GONE but I have had a bunch and most have been good.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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4 comments:
Your yesterdays are gone, but I'm sure you are still stirring up trouble in your todays. :)
Only on the good days!!!!
Those were some good memories :)
Yeah and some that I could publish---there were other memories about things I couldn't publish too---
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