Cast of Characters

I went out to dinner last night with someone who I would call a very good person.  Wonderful dinner, much appreciated.  And this had me thinking, I am very lucky to have these people in my life, who care, who are friends. 

This blog is mainly to communicate on how I am doing, and what roadblocks I am coming up against.  But I am in a holding pattern right now, waiting for the radiation to start, and pretty much feeling better every day, doing more every day, that there is not much news on that front.  Do I feel good- no.  Am I feeling better every day, yes.  In a few posts I am going to highlight some of the people who have come into my life, and who have been important to me.  Lets start with people I met at work.

Elms Snack Shop- Elmhurst.  I worked there from 14 years old, to a freshman in college.  The family who owned it helped mold who I am today.  Ted and Mary Flessor were the couple who owned it, and Tom was there son who I became good friends with.  I learned my work ethic from them, Tom made sure I went to my share of sporting events.  I was in high school, so did I get in trouble at times, sure.  Did my dad dislike the family- sure- that's what dads do.  I remember one time when I was at a Blackhawks play off game.  The game went into overtime, then double overtime.  It was so much fun, and it was a school night, so it was even better.  I must have come home after 1AM and my dad was convinced I was up to no good with Tom.  I kept explaining the game went late.  I couldn't prove it, and the next morning my dad apologized.   What a special family, and I am lucky they were there when I needed them.  I do need to stop by there house to say hello.

Scarlett Tavern, Western Illinois University.  I worked there for 3 years in college.  In my second year down there, (I think), there was this girl who just got hired.  This one kind of amused me.  I did things like throw ice at the bug zapper to see the roaches fall out, I am sure she joined me, but not sure at this time.  Something about her caught my eye.  So my buddy asked me why I was working.  My response was because she wouldn't go out with me.  Well, she did- and 29 years later, she is painting her toe nails upstairs, (she just got done with mine.......wouldn't that be a trick).   We have been through lots.  She has seen me with breathing tubes for days, brain surgery, 3 cancers, and she still hasn't smothered me with a pillow.  At some point Deanna will have enough, find a pool boy named Hector, move away and raise rabbits.  So I better behave, and leave Hector out of the equation. 

Those are only 2 jobs, I have more, but that I will leave for another day.