Monday, June 19, 2017

Donna Adams

I know the birthdays of 193 people. With a few death days and even more anniversaries. Who knows why. Every new year I transfer them into my business appointment book. I will think of you that day. Maybe even call you or simply ask Sandy to send one of her beautiful cards.

Last Tuesday three years ago our good friend Donna Adams passed. I thought of her often as the exact anniversary day approached.

I called Randy. I had it all figured out as to what I was going to say. But when the phone picked up it was Donna who answered.

What a treat. It made me smile and laugh.

. . .

There was a story a while back about a young girl who was having an argument with her dad. The next day he died. She was, of course, heartbroken. Later she remembered that he had left her a message that she had saved on her phone. She tried everything with the phone but she could not retrieve it. She just wanted to hear his voice again.

The phone store could not figure it out either. Finally a blue haired young man full of tattoos came over and worked on it. No luck. Then he had a idea. He turned up the volume and there it was.  Happy Fathers Day.

It was so very nice to hear Donna’s voice again. Thank you, Randy, for leaving Donna on your answering machine.


Saturday, May 6, 2017

Oh Donna

A 1958 Richie Valens tune.

So a couple of years ago I am in line at Dunkin Donuts and the older waitress looks at me and simply asks, “Senior?"

Now I get 10% off. I did not know this. It doesn’t sound like much but 365 x 30 cents =  $100 per year. Should I tip at Dunkin Donuts? Do you tip at McDonald’s or Burger King?  No.

Christmas was coming up. Donna told me her husband or significant other had died. Donna says everything that she thinks. I felt bad and thought that I should give her a good tip. But then she was gone.

My Mom was a waitress. She worked at a truck stop. I think she loved the attention as much as the tips. As a family we did not talk about it much. I think Dad was a little sensitive about all the attention she was getting.

A few weeks ago Donna emerged as the sandwich maker at Subway. She welcomed me and even remembered my name. I am a semi-regular when I am on the road again in the spring.

The last time I was in Subway she mentioned that she had worked at Friendly’s. I did two years on their management slavery program when I first got out of the Navy in 1968.

Today when I went in, I ordered a Fishamajig and a Fribble. Donna laughed and said she wished she was making the money that she was making at Friendly’s, and that she did not have enough money for dinner tonight. She offered me a fork with my sub because she said she had loaded it up for me and I would need it.

I ate lunch there. I had had another good day money-wise. I gave her the fork back wrapped in a $50  bill. I made up for missing her tip from a Christmas or two ago. It made us both feel good.

I will bet that Mom would have approved also.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

43 Days in Mexico

43 days   
No cell phone.
No computer.
No texts.
No fax.
No newspapers.
No TV.
No snow.
No cold air.
It did not rain for the whole 43 days.


































































The only way to see Mexico is to go to one of those all-inclusives and do not leave the property.