This, from my friend, Brian Pontz (left) . Brian worked at Channel1 and he was a part of the pokergroup, but now it seems all he does is move. He asked me for help and I said sure until I remembered I had to water my plants that day.

“The move was a disaster. We started at about 9:30ish and were done loading by 12PM. I made the mistake of driving the moving truck out back by the basement door to load up the basement stuff. The truck got stuck. We tried for a while and couldn’t get it out and couldn’t get a tow truck to come pull it out that day. So we had to wait till Monday. So the tow
truck came Monday and tried to pull it out but the moving truck was heavier than the tow truck so the tow truck couldn’t do it and started sliding on the grass. So then the tow truck got stuck as well. Then a second tow truck came and they anchored the stuck one with the second one which was on the tar and finally got the moving truck out along with the tow truck. Everyone was kind enough to come and move me in after work on Monday. We started at almost 6 and were done a little after 8. It cost $300 for the tow and another days rental for the moving truck….

I think the worse part was that my wife told me many times previously not to bring the moving truck out back because of the rain – that it would get stuck. Needless to say I heard about it later…”

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I called my mother the other day:

“I was thinking about you last night. I’ve been taking antibiotics and I couldn’t remember if I’d taken my third dose. If you told us that we’d be ready to ship you off to the Mary Hotchkiss Hospital For The Mentally Deranged (from Sam Spade, July 17th, 1948). We hold you to much higher standards than we’ d ever expect of ourselves.”

Helen knows it and though she has never said anything, is not all that happy about it. Since her event we’ve all cast an anxious eye her way. This sideways confession made her laugh.

“Did I tell you about Jo Ann Resch and Father Lex?”

“No,” I said.

“Jo Ann brought us a grocery bag full of food Saturday night. While she was here, I told her that Father Lex had been by to see me while I was in the hospital. She asked me, ‘Helen, was that in body or in spirit?’ I said, ‘Why, body, of course.’ She said, ‘Helen, Father Lex has been dead for two years.’ I laid in bed that night laughing. I had confused Father Lex with my friend, Ted Temple.They are both priests and have both written books.”

I know, I’ve become a one trick pony, but as I look at this I think to myself, Yeah, Diane is in Montreal.
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