This is my friend Carl. We were talking on Skype today about the fact that we met right around now... 40 YEARS AGO!!! And for the record: I WANT his AWESOME man-chair that you can see a little bit of in the background!!I had just moved to Wheeling, Illinois a couple of months earlier in June 1969. My neighbor, Bob Nuenfeldt, and I were talking on walkie-talkies when all of a sudden we heard this voice cut in to our conversation...
"Who is this?"
It was Carl, who just happened to have his walkie-talkie on. See? He was even an electronic gadget guy back then!
It turned out that Bob and Carl knew each other from first grade, so Bob and I ended up walking to Carl's house which was one street over from my house. I was just shy of seven years old.
And isn't it a small world? Carl's mom is from Finland! What are the odds??
Oh, and in case you're curious... this is how we looked a couple of months later when we were well into the second grade. Carl's the guy in the fourth row/second from the right with the Colonel Sanders tie. I'm in the bottom row on the far left. If I remember correctly, I'm smiling with my mouth closed because one of my front teeth was just hanging on by a thread and I didn't fall for my dad's I-won't-pull-it-out-I-just-want-to-see-how-loose-it-is trick until the next day.You think that's bad? A few years later, my sister actually fell for my dad's just-let-me-tie-this-piece-of-thread-around-your-tooth-and-this-doorknob-no-I-won't-do-anything...
SLAM!
God, she was a dork back then!!
Today, Carl told me that his father, Bruce (greetings to you, Bruce!), checks out my blog on a regular basis.
Who knew?
Well, certainly not me since Bruce has never left a comment. For that matter... neither has Carl.
Come on, guys. Leave a comment.
I dare ya!
