My college roommate, Steve Cannon, who I mentioned last night, came to my signing, today. We’ve been hanging out all and that doesn’t make for an interesting blog post.
Actually, we’ve spent a good portion of the day laughing about the good old days, sadly, most of those stories are not blog appropriate.
Oh sure, I could tell the hilarious story of our friend Mike Torner, who was killed by lighting. Serious, his funeral, and I may have mentioned it, was one of the biggest dibacles from a “understanding by the Priest of who the dead guy in the casket was” standpoint. The mourners quickly became riddled with scorn for the man with the collar. Eight hours later people were still mocking his statement, “Mike made a lot of good choices…”
If you knew Mike, aka “Flounder”, then you would know how much he would have loved not only how he died, but the post-funeral rebuttal.
It is too bad I can’t tell you the good bits.
There were other stores, of course, with fire, a horse in a well, a man nicknamed “Wayne the Bald Guy” and a little known rock paper scissors rule, called “Sally”, but again, I can’t talk about those.
I’ve sold a few books, eaten some chips and salsa, and watched college basketball, today. I’ve laughed, too.
All in all, a pretty good day. Sometimes one doesn’t get a lot done, but It’s okay. Life isn’t all work, sometimes it is play.