Swearing (F bombs)

This is a shout out for my dear friend, Dave.  “Hey you, yeah you, F You!”.  Dave and I used to utilize this language when boating on lakes or rivers as high school punks.  Dave was and is a very colorful and extremely intelligent man who always made me laugh and still can.

Growing older,16 or 17,Dave and I recognized that humor didn’t have to be profanity laced.  Tom taught us this value. Dave and I would get a kick out of my brother, Tom, probably during a stint of Lent, using phrases such as, “That guy is a sack of potatoes”, rather than, “What a sack of shit”.  Dave was wonderful because laughter is so medicinal.   He recognized Tom’s sense of humor, and our free summers at the lake were magical.  Tom, in terrific shape, and four years our senior would say funny things such as,  “Listen you pack of cigarettes, stay away from these guys”.  No one wished to mess with my brother, Tom, including Dave and me, but it was pretty cute hearing one of my idols not requiring profanity to be tough.

Dave and I remain great friends, yet sadly, we don’t see or talk with one another as much as I’d enjoy.  When seeing him at our 20 year high school reunion, he did not disappoint.  Selfishly, I thought to myself, “I chose great friends”…..we just chose different paths.