It has been a long term dream of mine to regale folk with the stories of calamity that seem to befall my closest and certainly, greatly loved friend. I suppose the general consensus and perhaps correct line of thought here may very well be that as my closest friend, i should be providing shelter and concealment to her in regards to these calamities. I mean what friend takes your “worst” and most “embarrassing” moments and plasters them all over, for all to see, and worse still, will actively invite strangers to revile in your “demise”?
As i said earlier, it is perhaps the correct thought pattern to adopt, but then again, perhaps keeping it hidden will leave a large hollow void in the universe that through the journey of our lives, will be passed unnoticed and as a result not have the ability to touch a life and bring a smile, even a deep stomach laugh, to a weary soul, just needing to laugh at themselves through the lives of others! Hey, besides, we’ve discussed it and laughed it over for many a year!
In order to do this any justice at all, some history, as vivid a description as possible and some insight into her thoughts, mindset and dreams as well as mine would be par for the course. And now that i am for the first time in so many years actually putting pen to paper as it were, i fear that i will not be able to do this, or my dear friend justice! You see, as much as i believe that “words come easy to me” it is in her words that i found the humor and mental pictures that resulted in tears rolling down my cheeks! I remember receiving a fax, yes this was before e-mail, or at least before either of us knew about or could operate e-mail, that she had written in her own hand, of an incident involving shoes, stairs and a jacket, that literally had me doubled over in laughter, and took me about two hours to read, because i could not see through the tears. But i do not want to jump ahead of myself.
There came a time in our lives that it appeared that we had finally grown up and all these calamitous events were a thing of the past, leaving me with no new material for the “book” i was going to write, and this put the breaks on my intentions. But it is impossible to stop a waterfall with a teaspoon, and just two days ago, i was rewarded with yet more hilarious detail of a new event that just sparked the flame again.
Truly, i do not believe that there is another who has experienced even a quarter of the calamity my friend takes in her stride as a normal day in her life, but i will let you be the judge of that, and hope you will find as much pleasure in the coming pages as i am guaranteed to have re-living the events while writing them.