This post was scheduled to be I AM GRATEFUL FOR NOT HAVING BEEN TO MANY FUNERALS.
At 64, with a couple of health issues some do not bounce back from in my rear view mirror,I am grateful someone is not attending mine.
Just got notice a friend from high school (Cordova Lancers, class of '65), John Sabel, just passed away yesterday to Cancer related issues. John and I did not hang out much after high school and we went our separate ways.
Here is my first memory of John:
I asked John and his girl friend to double date with me and my date for the Junior Prom, 1964. We went to the Buggy Whip restaurant on Fulton & Marconi in Sacramento, CA. First time for either of us to go to a nice, "sit-down", restaurant on a date. John wasn't particularly my best friend, but in the "inner circle". What John was, that qualified him to double with me on this particular night was that he was big. I drove a 1958 'banana yellow' Chevy Biscayne, with no reverse. I needed a big guy to help push this two-ton hog backwards if we parked in a tight spot.
(Omen - note: I have a long-scheduled lunch meeting at the same Buggy Whip Restaurant next Friday).
John: I will think fondly of our car maneuvering antics on that night 48 years ago. The girls are long forgotten, but I remember John and I am thankful.
(Note - the car sold new for $2300 in 1958 and there is one listed today for $68,000...see, this is why we should never throw anything away).
John, you are missed.