He had known Dan since 1970 when they met in Germany. Dan was in the Air Force and he was in the Army. They were both from the San Joaquin Vally. Dan from Lindsay and he was from Coalinga. The closest he ever got to Lindsay, before he met Dan, was in a high school baseball game in Tulare.
But being in the service in the 70's brought them together for a lifetime. For Dan's lifetime.
This is Smitty.
|Smitty and his wife Janine (hope I spelled that right)|
And talk he did.
He talked about hitting the skunk with my mother's car and my mom making them buy cases of tomato juice and scrubbing the undercarriage of the car with it. Then making them lunch.
He talked about hanging out in Sacramento.
He talked about Dan coming to visit him in Minneapolis.
He talked about Dan's intellectual curiosity.
He talked about Dan's love of music. He talked about how Dan talked about Vocal Arts. He promised to send me links to cd's that Dan had sent him.
He talked about how Dan could make a friend out of just about anybody.
He talked about how Dan was the most intelligent, smart, articulate truck driver on the planet.
Smitty talked for a long, long time. His very best friend, his brother was gone.
Smitty is coming to the Vocal Arts Ensemble rehearsal tonight.
Smitty has a new friend. It is me.