Friday, October 06, 2006
Morning folks. On behalf of Ms Betty Boop I want to thank you, all of you, for your kind wishes. At a time like this these seemingly small gestures mean so much to her. I had her come over yesterday and showed her your comments and it was obvious she was touched. So again, thank you!
She still has some tests to go through before surgery, but I'll keep you informed. Once the surgery is over, and she has recovered, the boys and I are chipping in to send her to Las Vegas. She's not much of a gambler, but she loves playing those 25 cent poker machines. So we're going to book her into the Bellagio and see that she has all the quarters she can spend. Maybe I should go along as an escort, and while she's frittering away the family fortune, I could cavort with the showgirls. Nah, that wouldn't be very cool, besides my cavorter ain't what it used to be. (oh, will you stop it!)
With this stuff with Boop going on, and a phone call I got last evening, it makes me realize how lucky I am. Other than a couple of horrific truck wrecks, getting my butt kicked when I deserved it, and this Timmy thingy, I've managed to get through life relatively unscathed.
The call was from my bud Ralphy telling me that a mutual friend of ours had died yesterday, on his birthday, from ALS, Lou Gehrig's disease. Even when you know it's coming, it's still hard.
Like Ralphy and I, Gary was a trucker. To say he was a big man would be an understatement. In his prime, not that long ago, he weighed about 300 lbs, yet when he passed he was just a shell of himself. Like most big men that don't seem to have to prove themselves he was a gentle giant. Gary used to call me from the road and would worry about how I was doing. Now this. See what I mean about being lucky? Godspeed my friend. You will be missed.
Sorry for the morbid tone of the last few posts, but I'm a believer in talking things out. See you tomorrow with some Saturday Chuckles, and I'll see if I can get L'il Bear to show up Sunday with his new buddy. Take care of yourselves, life can be fleeting.
Trucker Bob blogged at 4:15 AM