To answer all those who want to know...
My friend Jon is Macy's godfather.
Jon is my best friend in the whole entire world and it is only fitting that I dedicate some blog space to him. He is such a part of who I am that you can't really fully know me unless you know a little about him.
We met in kindergarten. The most outstanding memory of that era was when we were elves in our Christmas program. The teacher (I think it was our kindergarten teacher, correct me if I am mistaken Jon) handpicked us to be elves out of all of our other classmates because we were so outgoing and she knew that we wouldn't freeze up. Oh what a proud day it was when we marched up those stairs and walked on stage to make toys for all the boys and girls of the world.
Jon left the school we attended after first grade and we had to wait to meet up again until 6th grade. I'm not really sure how we became such good friends right away but all through high school we remained close. Jon and I were like brother and sister and fought like brother and sister. Especially when we were driving in my van on our way to work.
Jon and I worked at Secura Insurance when we were in high school and had lots of fun. He got stuck cleaning the entire basement and I would hurry up and clean my part and then go downstairs to help him clean his. Then, we would spend the rest of the night talking to the people who worked there or hanging out in some of the meeting rooms or hanging out in the President's office with the vacuum cleaner running.
One of my favorite memories of Jon happened when we were in high school. He probably doesn't even remember this but when I think of it still makes me laugh. My parents had this old van and when I turned 16 I inherited it from my older brothers. We could easily pile approximately a hundred people in that van and it was a blast to drive around in. Locking it wasn't necessary since it was such a rust bucket. One time I had to drive it about a half mile down the road in reverse because the transmission went out and reverse was the only way it would go. I digress. Everyday I would throw my keys in the glove compartment and head into school.
Now, my students, if you are reading this stop right here and just know that everything turned out good.
Seriously. If you are one of my students I want to STOP reading this blog and go read a newspaper article or something.
Continuing the story.
I really did not enjoy most of high school and would spend many hours driving around instead of doing math or writing papers. Don't get me wrong, I got into trouble and had to pay my dues for all that and finally got busy getting caught up. Which is why when Jon asked me to skip out one day I told him "no". I had to go meet with a teacher in the AV room and get some work done. So, imagine my surprise when I looked up from my work only to see my van, full of people and Jon at the wheel, go flying down the road in front of school. I just stopped talking and stared out the window in disbelief. Did he really just steal my van and skip out of school? Did that really just happen? And, yup, it really did. For some reason, that image makes me laugh still to this day.
Although Jon and I don't see each other as much as we would both like to we still secret email during the day. I would tell you what secret email is, but it is a secret. And he still remains one of my dearest and closest friends.
When I go home we do fun things,
we go camping
we feed emus and goats
My favorite thing about Jon are his Halloween costumes
So, although Jon and I are far away from each other it is amazing how much we still share and closely interwoven our lives are. I once read a quote that said, "The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had." Although sometimes my head gets in the way when we are on a porch swing some of the best conversations we have ever had have been the ones where we just sit and enjoy being together.