Some days are not going to be good days.
Bob Varga called last night and suggested we get together for breakfast. I was happy about it until I had trouble sleeping last night.
Awoke this morning and the last thing I wanted to do was get out of bed. But because I said breakfast, jumped, showered and drove off to pick up Bob & Randy in Wheeling IL near Pawaukee Airport.
I picked them up after hugs and handshakes and plenty of smiles. Mine was a tired smile but as much as I love them, we would only spend breakfast together.
We were going past my son Jimmys house. So gave his wife Lori a call, to see if we could drop in. She being so gracious opened the door to her house and greeted all of us as warmly as anyone could.
A great time with Lori and the two grandboys Nate & Owen for Randy-Bob and me.
We ate a great breakfast and I was driving them back to their motel when Bob suggested that we could do anything. As they had the time. Great. My eyes drooping and now he wants to be together even more.
I really had not even thought about anything past the breakfast. I then realized that my friends had come from far away and were willing to spend their time with me. Idiot. How impolite can I be...
I drove past the entrance and around the airport. I couldn’t get my butt in gear.
Randy mentioned a CD and I said Hey I got one and let me put it into the radio.
No, he means a movie.
But the music started. Then a strange thing happened. Randy started naming and singing the songs along to the music.
He was so happy and the electricity spread throughout the car. Suddenly, we’re all singing RAW HIDE—RAWHIDE—RAWHIDE keep them doggies moving, Rawhide…
I woke up and we didn’t stop singing until we arrived at my house back in Chicago.
Randy mentioned he could play all the songs on an organ. I said we have an electronic piano in the house and maybe it still works.
Sure enough I removed all the stuff hiding it and carried it downstairs and put it into the dining room. I plugged it in and Randy hit the Power button.
Immediately tunes were flowing and Randy was experimenting with all the different tones and instruments that the machine could produce.
We laughed and sang some more. Randy was as happy as could be and I was so awakened by these magic moments, that I almost let slip by.
We turned off the power and drove to Al’s beef stand where Randy wanted a Hot dog with just Ketchup. Then it was time to return to the motel.
As tired as I was, I did not want this good time with Great friends to end. But a man must know his limitations.
So as I was about to say: Some days are not meant to be good days, but sometimes our good friends can change dreary into sunshine.
Thanks Randy & Bob.
Bob Varga called last night and suggested we get together for breakfast. I was happy about it until I had trouble sleeping last night.
Awoke this morning and the last thing I wanted to do was get out of bed. But because I said breakfast, jumped, showered and drove off to pick up Bob & Randy in Wheeling IL near Pawaukee Airport.
I picked them up after hugs and handshakes and plenty of smiles. Mine was a tired smile but as much as I love them, we would only spend breakfast together.
We were going past my son Jimmys house. So gave his wife Lori a call, to see if we could drop in. She being so gracious opened the door to her house and greeted all of us as warmly as anyone could.
A great time with Lori and the two grandboys Nate & Owen for Randy-Bob and me.
We ate a great breakfast and I was driving them back to their motel when Bob suggested that we could do anything. As they had the time. Great. My eyes drooping and now he wants to be together even more.
I really had not even thought about anything past the breakfast. I then realized that my friends had come from far away and were willing to spend their time with me. Idiot. How impolite can I be...
I drove past the entrance and around the airport. I couldn’t get my butt in gear.
Randy mentioned a CD and I said Hey I got one and let me put it into the radio.
No, he means a movie.
But the music started. Then a strange thing happened. Randy started naming and singing the songs along to the music.
He was so happy and the electricity spread throughout the car. Suddenly, we’re all singing RAW HIDE—RAWHIDE—RAWHIDE keep them doggies moving, Rawhide…
I woke up and we didn’t stop singing until we arrived at my house back in Chicago.
Randy mentioned he could play all the songs on an organ. I said we have an electronic piano in the house and maybe it still works.
Sure enough I removed all the stuff hiding it and carried it downstairs and put it into the dining room. I plugged it in and Randy hit the Power button.
Immediately tunes were flowing and Randy was experimenting with all the different tones and instruments that the machine could produce.
We laughed and sang some more. Randy was as happy as could be and I was so awakened by these magic moments, that I almost let slip by.
We turned off the power and drove to Al’s beef stand where Randy wanted a Hot dog with just Ketchup. Then it was time to return to the motel.
As tired as I was, I did not want this good time with Great friends to end. But a man must know his limitations.
So as I was about to say: Some days are not meant to be good days, but sometimes our good friends can change dreary into sunshine.
Thanks Randy & Bob.
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