Well done, Scott!!!!
Read about the misadventures of a sped high school teacher in Savannah, GA as he sails through the exciting seas of committment, marriage with step-kids, some tour guiding while he attempts to break into the world of professional storytelling and the occasional act of piracy.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Check This Out....
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Read Scott Thompson's Short Story Memories from the Future.
Most of my blogs are planned out ahead of time with a
framework in my head before typing. Occasionally, I am struck by something
which moves me to react instantly. Welcome to today’s blog. This one is by the
seat of my pants without any thought out construction so bear with me.
This is my friend and YHC fraternity brother, Scott Thompson.
To be upfront, I do not know Scott as well as I would like to. He was a few
years behind me and the bedrock of our friendship is based on way too much drinking
out in the North Georgia Mountains along w/ the occasional toga party. (Hey, we
were in a frat, what do you expect?)
Scott wrote his first book last year. I wish I could say
it is the best thing I’ve ever read but truthfully, I haven’t read it yet. It’s
on the pile to get to but I have been playing catch up with reading for fun
since that was put on hold for my masters. By the time I graduated in 2009, a
huge pile had grown which I’ve been slowly whittling down ever since. Take into
account, I dropped everything when I discovered George R. R. Martin’s Game of Thrones and you can see why Young Men Shall See is on the stack.
Damn you, Scott Thompson. You made me cry in the middle
of Panera over my chicken w/ wild rice soup. To add insult to injury, it was
those big streaming tears that a guy can’t blame in congestion or dust in the
air.
Scott was always a classy guy and one I thought of nicely
but other than drinking beer and talking about Upsilon Sigma Delta, we didn’t
have all that much to say. Through the magic of Facebook, I go to know Scott a little
bit better and found that my first impressions were dead on. Scott is a classy
guy, a great Dad, good husband, quite witty, and one heck of a writer. Don’t
ask me. Check out his Amazon page.
Anyway, yesterday I got a notice via Facebook that a
short story was available for the kindle by Scott. I jumped on it immediately. I
didn’t get a chance to read Memories from
the Future until I stopped to get a bite to eat today while shopping.
What did I think?
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At least it was not as bad as this guy, Sheesh.... |
Scott, your short story was beautiful. I read a lot and I
read a bit over everything so it’s not uncommon for me to read some sort of
love story. Rarely have I read a love story clearly written from a regular guy’s
point of view. Notice I said guy and not man. Plenty of stories are out there
written by men though I can’t name one off the bat right now. Hemingway, Shakespeare, and Conroy have all
written good love scenes yet I’ve can’t remember the last time I read something
about a guy falling on love with the girl of his dreams that spoke to me in
such a modern voice.
It was supposed to be an enjoyable diversion as I ate my
lunch but I became so enthralled with Julian’s point of view of working up the
courage to speak to this beautiful woman that lunch was forgotten until I read
the last page.
Few stories have ever gotten me to ignore food so obviously
I loved Memories from the Future. I’m trying to be careful how I phrase everything
else so as not to spoil anything.
I mentioned regular guy’s point of view because Scott
nails it so well. As the story unfurls, we read about how our protagonist,
Julian, is fighting up the courage to speak to the lady who catches his eye. I
think we’ve all been there.
Quite
honestly, Memories took me back to a chilly
winter day a little over two years ago when I was sifting through the latest
profiles on my E-harmony account. I came across this picture and was too afraid
to click the message button.
“She’s
out of my league.” “I don’t do the kids thing.” “She’ll never go for a guy like
me.” These were the sentences running through my brain as I stared at my future
wife’s profile. Whenever I think about that anxiety, it takes me back to being
seven at the Milledgeville Rec. department and standing on the high dive board twelve
feet in the air.
Do
I jump? Do I walk away? Love is a lot
like that and Scott Thompson nails it in his story. Thanks, Scott. It may have
been four pages but it was the best four pages, I’ve read in some time.
Does
Julian talk to the girl? Does it work out? Check it out and see for yourself.
It will be the best 99 cents you spend today.
Monday, July 22, 2013
First Pic of the Royal Baby
We here at The Tide got access to the first picture taken of the yet unnamed royal baby. Here it is:
We here at The Tide would like to suggest possible baby names or combinations there of:
Darth, Robby, Elvis, Tecumseh, Travelling Jack
Congrats, William and Kate. Welcome to parenthood. It's a bit bumpy but if you take a minute to laugh and love each other, it'll be the best ride of your life.
--Robby Richardson
Monday, July 15, 2013
Hail to the King, Baby or Micturating with Hollywood's Most Famous Chin
Being a teacher usually leads to the need for a second
job to supplement the actual career. I’ve always made a point to find part time
jobs that were fun in some aspects. When I moved back to Savannah, I became a
ghost tour guide. During my first marriage, I’d escape Satan’s Step Daughter to
the boys club which was Charlie’s Package Store. During my Snellville days, I
worked part time at a bookstore that I think has gone out of business called
Chapter 11.
During my three years selling books I had some
outstanding experiences. The opportunity arose to re-touch base with author,
Terry Kay and YHC alum, Zell Miller. The author who wrote the Junie B. Jones series refused to travel
so the publishers sent out an actress to play the title character who’d show up
in a purple school bus. Imagine my
surprise when “Junie” hit on me after her show while I thought I was just being
helpful by suggesting decent places to eat nearby. Awkward.
There
was an outstanding day when Oliver North announced over conservative talk radio
how be signing at our store later that day he’d love to personalize each and
every copy of his book which went directly against the strict orders given by
his handlers/publishers. My entire day was spent dealing with pre-Tea Party
readers and how I was wrong to deny customers.
At one point some guy from NC was shouting at me via his
phone how I didn’t know shit because he heard Ol’ Ollie say he’s personalize on
Sean Hannity. I took a moment in reminding my caller who he was speaking of the
same guy who lied to Congress so what chance did any of us have for anything being
true? The only sound was the laughter of my manager who was motioning for me to
just go ahead and hang up the phone.
This particular event would lead me to another book
signing where the author had requested volunteer staff who were assertive and familiar
with his work. It was 2005 so this guy hadn’t hit the pop culture status he has
now. I knew him from the Evil Dead
movies, the Sam Raimi Spider-Mans, and Xena. Only one other co-worker, Sandy my
asst manager, had any idea why we should be getting excited about the chance to
work with Bruce Campbell so we signed right up and was accepted.
Campbell was in town promoting his new book Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way and
decided to hold a screening of his first attempt at directing his own picture The Man with the Screaming Brain. By
this point, I had worked several signings but never been to a screening before
so to quote REM, I was feeling “kind of psyched.”
About an hour before the Plaza Theater opened its doors for the
signing, Sandy and I were given the task
of going through the line and passing out index cards for the attendees to
write their names for personalized autographs. (You’d be surprised at the
number of authors or their handlers who don’t go for the personalized touch but
unlike Ollie’s folks, Bruce was all about it).
The
line wrapped around the Plaza theatre and well into the sidewalk along the
street. It was also the craziest assortment of people I had ever seen at a
signing. Even Sandy was taken off guard and she’d been with Chapter 11 for ten
plus years. The crowd looked as if Dragon Con had dropped off all their Evil
Dead fans right in the parking lot of the Plaza Theatre. It would also be Chapter
11’s only time that I had the honor of sharing with the crowd how chain saws wouldn’t
be allowed inside for the signing. After
a huge crowd sighing “Awwwww” about fifty people walked back to their cars to lock
up said apparatuses.
borrowed from http://blog.analogmedium.com/2007/08/stacy-attack-of-schoolgirl-zombies-2001.html |
With
that uncomfortable chore finished, Sandy and I returned inside just in time to
have our own meet and greet with the most famous chin in Hollywood, Bruce
Campbell. I was very impressed with how gracious Campbell was and insisted we
all call him Bruce. After some questions and joking around, Bruce got right
down to business.
Bruce
started off, “I want to take a sec to thank you guys from your normal routine.
I am guessing this is your normal crowd you guys deal with at these singings.”
After a laugh or two from us, he went on,” I realize there are some Grade A weirdoes
out there and some are just downright scary but I want you guys to realize
those weirdoes got me here and help put food on my family’s table.”
Campbell
went on for a few more minutes and I realized how in addition to being a nice
guy, he was also pretty sharp on the best way to play a room. He was the first
to admit how he was nowhere close to big Hollywood bucks so these people had to
walk away feeling great about meeting Bruce. Campbell also interjected that if
he spent five minutes with each person we’d get out sometime next week so it’s
also imperative to keep the crowd moving.
At this point, he requested an
assistant to stand beside him to keep things going and had no problems telling
one of the attendees “no” to things like pictures and such. Odd how Sandy and
the other Chapter 11 volunteers all turned and looked at me.
“Big
man, “Bruce Campbell said looking at me. “You up to this task? Your job is to
take the brunt when the fans are irritated they don’t get what they want. No
shame in saying no.”
“I
work with special ed high school kids kicked out of their regular schools and one
step from prison.” I responded to the Evil Dead star with a smile.
“Shit,
I should hire you on fulltime, Big man. What’s your name? ” We both laughed and
a partnership was created.
So
that was my next four hours with Bruce Campbell. He’d sit at his table while I
stood next to him and would interject when someone wanted a pic with him.
“Oh,
I’m sorry, Mr. Campbell but time doesn’t allow for this.” Became my patented
response as Bruce would look hurt leaving the fans sympathetic to him while I
received more than my fair share of boos and hisses. We were both playing a role here and I was
actually digging mine.
Campbell
was shrewd. When I’d say no to a fan for whatever various reason, he’d stop and
talk personally with them about a variety of subjects ranging from the best
places to eat around Atlanta to his favorite drink recipes. I began to realize it
was Campbell’s way of personalizing the fan experience so each fan walked away
with a special moment with Bruce. Pretty cool and I learned how to make mean Dark
and Stormy.
Campbell also suggested garnish w/ coconut |
About
three hours in, Bruce said he needed to take a break from all the signings. He
got up and began to walk to the restroom when he turned to me and whispered, “You’re
my body guard on this one, Robby. I gotta pee and don’t really want my fans to
see all of me if you know what I mean.” We both chuckled as I escorted Bruce
Campbell to the restroom.
I
stood outside the restroom as the Plaza staff put up those velvet ropes keeping
the hallway clear. It was then when I also began to feel that pressing need to
pee too and realized matters must be dealt with. I walked in the Plaza’s
restroom leaving a buffer urinal between us and commenced business.
“Sorry,
Mr. Campbell, I said as I relieved myself. “I swear I’m not a perv but had to
really pee too.”
Bruce
Campbell laughed. “No worries and it’s Bruce. Mr. Campbell is my dad, Robby”
We
both stood in silence and peed.
It’s
an unspoken law between men that while peeing you do the following:
1.
Eyes forward with no accidental side glances
2.
Draw
no attention to yourself
3.
You
also do not speak to others around you
(unless drunk )
Imagine
my surprise as Bruce Campbell becomes Chatty Frickin’ Cathy while we are
peeing. “So you do a
lot of these signings, Rob?”
I am frozen because all man rules are being broken here.
I know everything is on the up-and-up but still bathroom stuff has always made
me self conscious. My brain was a whirl. Finally that little voice I have
learned to listen to over the years began to yell inside of my head.
“Dumb Ass! If Bruce Campbell wants to chat with you while
you guys are peeing, you do so!!!”
I relaxed and answered,” I do a few but rarely anyone big
because I work in one of the smaller stores located out of the Atlanta perimeter.”
W chatted as things wrapped up and we began to wash
hands. My head was scrolling with questions to ask. My brain searched for that
just right thing to ask. I wanted to say something about all his work with Sam
Raimi but knew Campbell had heard it a million times. Finally, it hit me.
“Got a crazy question for you, Bruce.”
“Hit me.”
“Okay, you are fantastic with your fans and quite frankly,
much nicer than several authors I’ve met but I got to ask, how does it feel
when you meet a fan who has Ash tattooed on their body? I mean you have become a permanent fixture of
that person.”
Campbell began drying his hands and pondering.
He smiled and answered, “Honest answer? It
scares the hell out of me.”
We
began the trek back to signing table. As we walked out the restroom door,
Campbell slapped me on the back and said,” That’s a great question.”
The
next couple of hours were a blur with more of the previous. Me saying no to a
fan while Campbell played up to his fans. It was impressive. I began to realize
this guy may never hit Tom Cruise status but he was quite comfortable in this
element. Bruce Campbell meet with folks from all walks of life to the little kids
with his dad who just watched Army of Darkness to the stereotypical overweight guy
who fashioned a homemade chainsaw to wear over his hand. Campbell signed
everything from DVDs, posters to a few arms that were headed to the tattoo
parlor to be permanently inked. Campbell looked at me on those and we both
smiled at our private joke.
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It looks like GAULS but Bruce really signed ELVIS |
Bruce
was kind enough to sign my 50,000,000 Elvis fans action figure and chuckled as
he did right before the signing ended and his screening began. He invited all
of the volunteers to watch for free and I wanted to but unfortunately, it was
already approaching 9pm and I had school the next day. Sandy stayed and said it
was awesome especially when Bruce did a Q&A with the crowd afterward.
I
did hate that I missed that as well as a free movie with the
writer/director/star but I had learned early on how it never pays to go into school.
In retrospect, I’m glad it went this way. I had several opportunities afforded
to me that day. I spent several hours working alongside with Bruce Campbell,
got something signed and even a picture together. I am guessing there are
several people who can say but not everyone has the distinction of claiming
they got to pee with Bruce Campbell.
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Lousy shot of me. Awesome Star to work with |
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
PhotoBomb Wednesday.... Again? The Robby AC is Out TOur 2013
Yeah, I know, I know. It’s
supposed to be Photo bomb Tuesday not Photo bomb Wednesday hence the title. Well,
Monday was a bit packed as you’re about to see and yesterday was spent in the
pool. It is summer after all not to mention by my brief summer vacation.
Monday was one of those days that
while loads of fun with the kids and something I hope they’ll remember, it was
a bit tiring out for me. Our AC until was being replaced so we had about eight
hours to kill and not much in the ol’ bank account to fund anything too
expensive. WWTBGD (What Would the Big Guy Do?) became my mantra for that day so
we hit the Coastal Empire for a little exploration and adventure.
The kids had never been out to Wormsloe
on Isle of Hope so this was our first stop. Unfortunately, I had forgotten
Wormsloe was shut down on Mondays but we still got a few great pix. My
nervousness about keeping Roni and Jude form getting bored began to go away
when they were very obviously impresses by the entrance and how the live oaks,
according to Jude , “created a tunnel.”
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I just wished they'd come out of their shell.... |
I explained to Roni and Jude about
how Noble Jones had come over on the Queen Anne with Oglethorpe in 1733 and
became the colony’s first doctor when the original doctor died on the voyage
over. As a thank you, Oglethorpe gave 500 acres to Jones which became Wormsloe.
Jones had the foresight to know his land would go to his sons so he began
planting live oaks along the entrance as a future wedding gift to his son. That wedding gift would lead to be one of the
most photographed pictures in the Coastal Empire and has one of my favorite
views of Savannah since I learned how to ride my bike and explore.
Over Sunday dinner, the kids had
asked about Bonaventure Cemetery and how it fits into Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil so this seemed like a
reasonable next stop and apparently a good choice, Roni and Jude were enthralled.
I was also surprised about how many tourists were out there.
I told the kids about walking up to
the plot about when I was their age and spent forever looking at the detail on
this sculpture. I get the reasons why there is fence now but I hated that the
kids couldn’t see all the tiny details that still stick with me. I told them
about how Gracie’s shoes have buttons and if you look real close, you can see
how the sculptor carved stitching into the buttonholes.
I also explained how this was the
site of Kim and I’s first official date. I took her to a picnic at
Bonaventure. We had to go every little detail from the stories I told to what
the menu was on the picnic. (It was sliced mangoes with raspberry lemonade
served with a basil chicken over bow tie pasta. Thanks Fresh Market!)
I had seen people leaving toys out here for other graves but never for Gracie. It seems fitting and we had wished we had brought some too.
The Globe was originally used back
in the late 50s as a natural gas storage container then painted to resemble one
of those globes you’d see in a classroom. Around 1998, SCAD repainted it to look like it was in
space. Hurricane Floyd is also on there if you look carefully. If you’ve ever
seen Forces of Nature which Sandra Bullock
and Ben Affleck, the globe is featured as a sandwich stand.
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No idea what this means but thought it was interesting looking |
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"Can you smell what the Ty is cooking?" |
We made a quick stop over at HISRadio which my cousin runs quite well to drop off a cooler they left at the
Geeky Hut during our Fourth of July festivities. This is our Cousin Ty and
future world renowned athlete. Here he is showing off his latest sports
acquisition.
If you have drove into Savannah via
DeRenne Ave then the giant globe should be a familiar sight. On our numerous
drives up from Milledgeville as a child, the Globe was always a welcome sight. Combined
with the smell of Union Bag and watching Mom spray her White Rain hairspray, I
knew I was minutes from Grandma’s macaroni & cheese.

Most people don’t know there is a
mailbox behind it which resembles the Moon. My dream is to run a tour company
out of this place one day.
The new Savannah Morning News is
pretty fancy but I do miss it being located downtown. I get why they moved and the
new digs are impressive and up with the times. I just love seeing that older building
and picturing hard boiled news men wearing ties and fedoras working on their
stories. It’s kind of hard to picture that here.

The Robby AC Tour 2013 wrapped up
with the ladies heading back to the newly air conditioned Geeky Hut while the
men struck out to ATA Karate. Here you can see the day taking its toll on Jude.
Frankly, at this point, I knew exactly how the Little Man felt and fell asleep
during his karate myself.
Well, this wraps up the tour. Please
gather your belongings and head to your nearest exit. We here at Broken Compass
Tours recognize you have many tour choices to take here in Savannah and we
appreciate you for choosing us. May the beer always be cold and your compass
always point south.
Later.

Friday, July 5, 2013
Big Daddy is re-introduced to John Candy
The idea of getting
older doesn’t really bother me too much and it’s an experience I am actually getting
a little used to. Creaky joints and the loss of my 20/20 vision is somehow compensated
with the consolation that some parts of life are starting to make sense while
the rest is just something more for me to figure out later.
My new found “Big Daddy” role has led me to my latest
discovery of finding new layers in my old beloved 80s movies. Recently Kim and
I were you in the NC Mountains for her family reunion and to pick up the young’uns
from their grandparents. One morning, Kim and I were watching the TV in our
bedroom when Summer Rental came on
VH1 Classics.
John Candy was always one of my mom’s favorites so it’s
theoretically possible I have seen every John Candy movie close to a dozen
times courtesy of Video Barn back in my Young Harris days including a few
screenings of Delirious.
Summer Rental is no exception. In addition to Mom’s
almost scary obsession of John Candy, the Big Guy also loved this one. As a
teen ager, I found the movie amusing but I guess I never got it like they did.
I can remember watching Candy try to plow through all those folks on the beach
without any luck. Mom would chuckle to the Bug Guy, “Reminds me of someone else
I know.” The Big Guy would always be in his recliner smoking one of his More
cigarettes. He’d take a drag then wink back at my mom. I’d just shrug my
shoulders and wait for the movie to be over so they’d go to bed and I could
watch videos.
Sitting in that bed in NC and watching Summer Rental with Kim, I just about
reenacted the whole scenario from my teen years but with a major difference. I
could finally relate. The whole beach sequence mirrored more than a few of the
Richardson family outings to Tybee Island. Don’t even get me started on the
whole beau hunk lifeguard talking to Candy’s daughter bit even though I suspect
Kim would be a bit amused on this one.
As the whole idea of Big Daddy grows on me, I am finding
just how much I enjoy all of these old type moves and even some of the new
ones. Adam Sandler is my version of John Candy. Somehow Big Daddy led to Jude and me viewing Grownups. We watched that one
right after our recent trip down to Darien to see Rags and Sanders so it’s no
surprise how much that one hit home.
"Mr. Rags and Robby are in this," according to Jude. |
On our wedding day, Kim promised me “magic and surprises”
and so far there has been no sign of letting up. I don’t know if it’s because I’m
getting older or it’s due to all the new experiences that come with being Big
Daddy. It may even be a combination of both. I’m not just enjoying all these
new insights into life that pop into my head, I relish them much like the
family that has chosen to be with me.
At some point over this holiday weekend, I’d like show Roni
and Jude another John Candy movie which may be my favorite, The Great Outdoors.
I’m guessing while the kids are laughing hysterically at the raccoons, I’ll be
relating a bit more to Mr. Candy.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
PhotoBomb......Wednesday?
I have told tales for
my friend, Jeff Ragsdale, before. He’s my old frat brother and part of the
infamous Cruise Ship Tacky Tux night story as related here. Over the years,
Rags has become one of my closest friends and since 1989, many of my up and my
downs have been experienced with him by my side.
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Halloween 1994 John Gideon aka Greg Allman, me, Randy Arnold, and Jeff Ragsdale |
Rags recently bought an old house and had it renovated in
Darien, GA which is only an hour away from us. For months, we’ve been trying to
synch our schedules to get together. We’ve been especially anxious because we
both have 9 year old boys that Rags and I hoped would hit it off.
Seeing that the Geeky Hut had a busted AC unit and we had
a clean schedule, Jude and I hoped into the Black Pearl and headed down to the
Ragsdale Ranch South.
I figured Jude would
have no problems getting along with Rag’s boy, Sanders, but I still had my
worries mainly because this was something Rags and I wanted so badly. Two old
frat brothers watching their kids run off and play together and the adults
complained of grown up stuff like property taxes and how our beautiful wives
tolerate us.
I’m not sure if Sanders and Jude enjoyed being around
each other. What do you think?
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Raising the Proverbial Roof....
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Yesterday was filled
with moments of immense joy for me. Bonding over Legos, Sanders and Jude had
the best time yesterday. Rags took us to Skipper’s Fish Camp which was awesome
and a few blocks from Rag’s new home.
Skipper's is located right on the river front so of, course, exploration must occur followed by a few game of corn hole. The Dads played the Sons for ice cream. Shocker when the Dads lost. Hmmmm.......
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Jude loves oysters |
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Sanders amazes me at how much he looks like his Dad and his Mom |
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Ragsdale for the lose... |
As
we left, Rags suggested the boys walk home. My first instinct was to nix this
idea but Rags re-assured me it would be all right. I realized quickly how much
the sleepy town of Darien was much like the Savannah I grew up with and knew
there was nothing to be worried about. (Even though I did keep an eye on the
boys most the whole way home). Here the boys are trying to race the Black Pearl
back to the house.
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"On you mark, get set
After
some frozen treats courtesy of the good folks at Dairy Queen (Rags wonders why there
is no Dairy King. There is a Burger King after all), we headed back to the front
porch. Sanders and Jude took off on bikes for some riding around the
neighborhood.
Watching
Jude take off on his borrowed bike, soared me back to childhood and a time before
I-pods and cell phones. I can remember riding around Grandma and Pop’s neighborhood
for hours back before Harrock Hall had paved roads. Hours were spent kicking up
dust on those roads as I take the old one speed around. It made me more than a little sad that we don’t
live in an area good for Jude to ride like that nor have any friends close by.
This
picture really summed my day up for me yesterday. Every now and then you take a
picture which captures that moment and this is mine. Somehow watching Sanders
and Jude walking along the road under a canopy of live oaks and a curtain of Spanish
moss resonated inside of me.
That
little voice in the back of my head which I now pay attention to me told me
something important was happening here. At first, I thought maybe a story idea
may pop up from this image and it may still. For some reason, Tom Sawyer and
Huck Finn running along the muddy banks of the Mississippi came to mind which
made me smile. When I tried to go coastal with that literary image, the best I
could do was Toomer and Ben Meecham from The Great Santini which somehow didn’t quite hit the mark though a hell of a
story.
Jeff
Ragsdale and I met in the Fall of 1989. I’ve have watched this guy go from
being the life of the party (which he still is) to a respected member of his
community teaching Sunday school and even the treasurer of his PTA. (Hell, I
can remember a time when our fraternity wouldn’t even accept a check from Rags)
Rags
and I have stood by each other when our girlfriends dumped us, making a dreaded
call to the West GA Registrar’s office to figure out the minimum GPA we needed
to be eligible for graduation, and at many other times. This was the guy who
was in the waiting room at Crawford Long Hospital and held my sister, sobbing
when we got the news the Big Guy didn’t make it. A few times, Rags even blessed
me out about getting my act together when it came to my health and gave me a much
needed wake up call.
Quite
truthfully, I could write a blog alone on my hysterical friendship with Jeffery
Howell Ragsdale, Jr. For a quarter of a century, we’ve woven in and out of each
other’s highs and lows. Though, I do my best to be my own man, I fall into the
same trap all adults create for themselves where they compare their lives to
those around them. Rags has always been my litmus test for adulthood.
Yesterday,
I sat on a front porch in Darien GA while enjoying a pleasant coastal breeze
with my life-long friend where we experienced yet another milestone. I watched
my step-son hopefully make a life-long friend for himself but at the very
least, I watched Jude have a blast and maybe a memory or two on our Guy’s Day.
The words escape me today to wrap this one up in a clever way. Maybe I’m being too
emotional. Maybe I just can’t find the words. I have no real idea.
I
do know that once again I am reminded of how lucky I am in my friendship with
Rags. I thank him for giving me yet another milestone in our big ol’ bucket
list of life and I look forward to what my future brings with all of this. Whatever happens, I am betting there will be
creases in my face from all the laugh lines.
And
now Sanders and Jude rapping "It's Raining Ice Cream" :
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