Yesterday Inklings and I went to a retirement party for a guy I worked with. We had a little bet way back early in our careers about who would be a District Ranger first. At that time neither of us thought it would be 20 years before we got it. I beat him to the DR position but he went on to be Area Manager for the BLM in our area so he made an extra grade.
The party was held in a Mexican Resturant in another town so we had to travel a little for it. I prepared what I was going to say expecting his boss to be at the party. I prepared pretty well before too---I wore a black shirt and my bastard hat (the black Stetson I wear when I am going to be a bastard). I was going to let his boss know how unfairly I thought he had treated my friend but--wah lah---he didn't show up.
My friend was pretty nervous when I got up to talk (because he knows about the bastard hat) but I only said good things about him. I did say that the BLM would talk about his time here as the GOOD OLD DAYS. It was a good party and I am glad he is out of a bad situation. I hope his health improves and he has some time to enjoy his life away from work. My fondest memories of him are when we were out in the boonies on horse back looking at the resources and having a great time. We had lots of great trips together---BUT NOT ENOUGH. We need to figure out a way to get out on horse back again.
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