Wednesday we are closing on the last 3 acres of open land we have. No need for it, and I am past building, I am told. ha! The only problem was our storage trailer, although way out in the woods was 5 feet into the property we are selling. The trailer is mostly on our son’s property, we are giving him the trailer for storage. But it still had to be moved.
So Sherry called my friend Sticky, he would meet me at the trailer at 2:30. I forgot and was working outside and Sherry came rushing out to say, you were supposed to meet Stick at 2:30, it is about 2:45.
As I drove off Sherry was calling Sticky to tell him I was on my way.
She said Sticky answered, and she asked if he was down at the trailer, he responded, “What trailer?”
He had forgotten too. So we finally met. I showed him what we needed. Okay, I’ll get to it sometime soon.
We chatted for awhile and I asked him about his rotor-cuff surgery a few years back and how was it doing?
“Jack, you probably don’t know it but most of us black babies was born at home!”
I interrupted, “I was born at home Sticky, finish the story.”
“Anyway, Grandma was the mid-wife and she charged 50¢ to deliver me. When I looked at the bill, I went in and asked that Doctor, how in the world can you work less than 3 hours and charge $38,000 for fixing a 50¢ body, just don’t seem right?”
Me and Sticky out in the middle of the woods laughing, and I said, “You are lying Stick!”
“Serious as rain jack, serious as rain, the doc didn’t laugh too much though.”
That was around three o’clock. At about 6 o’clock, he drove up to our motor home and said, it was a lot of work, Mr, but I got it done, he said laughing. Sticky loves to laugh about as much as I do.
It is good to know people who can, and will do a small job like that on such short notice.
But that is what friends do.
Thanks for coming by.
To have friends, you must first be a friend.
Fifth Avenue NY 1913