That was cool

A few weeks ago I turned 53. Not so cool.

32 people showed up for my surprise birthday party. That was cool.

I fully intend to write each person individually and personally thank them.

I’ve been intending to do that for some time now.

I’m just writing this now in case in a few weeks I actually forget that the whole thing ever happened.

It was sure cool though.

Thank you all.

Humor-The Dark Side

This story is about Jim and Ronnie. Some people might not see the humor in this story, but I think most Boshears will, especially those who knew Jim well. If you knew him, no explanation is necessary. If you didn’t, no explanation is possible.

When Ronnie died in 1995 he was cremated with the intention that his ashes would be buried with me when I died.

A little history before I tell the story. Ronnie and Jim loved each other, but their temperaments were always clashing.  Ronnie was always borrowing Jim’s tools when he needed to work on a car. Jim was always misplacing his tools and if he didn’t find them in the first place he expected them to be, the first thing out of his mouth was always ”@&$% somebody stold my #@%$ wrench!!” Actually that was true of anything he put somewhere, from misplacing his sunglasses to the TV remote. He never put it where it belonged. Every flat surface in our house was fair game for any of his stuff and that’s where he wanted it left.

A couple of years after Ronnie died some of the other kids and their families were over visiting one weekend. I was in the living room watching TV and Jim and the guys were outside working on a car. The timing was off and Jim couldn’t find his timing light. Jim was not what you’d call ”the quiet type” so I could hear him even in the living room, but I didn’t know what it was about. The usual barrage of cuss words came first. 

Morton came in after a little bit, laughing, and told me that Jim couldn’t find his light and since, according to him, Ronnie’s first diagnosis of any engine problem was the timing, he was sure that Ronnie had taken it and never brought it back and he wished he was there so he could kick his ass.

I calmly got up, went into my bedroom and got Ronnie’s box. I gave him to Morton and told him to take him to Jim and tell him to drop-kick him across the street if it would make him feel any better.

He did and then I could hear the cussing commence again. He brought Ronnie back in and told me Jim said I could kiss his ass. ROFL Shortly afterwards he found his timing light….