Thursday, February 7, 2008


As I was pondering as to what to blog about this morning, I realized that it is the 7th of February, and an old friend's birthday. His name is Harper. I stated in a previous blog that I would blog about him sometime in the future, so I guess that today will be the first one that I write about. He used to be our neighbor many years ago, and sort of became a part of our family for many years. He is single and has no family to speak of, so we kind of took each other in, as I don't have relatives that live close by, and neither does my husband. We shared almost every Sunday dinner together and many good times on the front porch watching all of the funny people go by and consuming adult beverages.
One time in particular we were all on the front porch, got a little inebriated, and decided to get out the tequila. Now, mind you, we were all a lot younger then, and a little crazy, and not so set in our ways. We were out there for hours, just doing what we were doing. The conversation had come around to music, and, Harper is a HUGE Blood, Sweat and Tears fan. He decided to go next door and crank up the stereo. Now, I am talking record player, not CD player. Well, someone, who shall remain nameless, called the law on us. We were just sitting there having a good time, having our cocktails, and the police pulled up. Harper had gone next door to switch up the record. The officer approached us and stated that we were making too much noise. He had drawn his gun and headed over to Harper's house after we had explained to him what we were doing and that we would go over there and tell him to turn the music down. The officer told my husband that he would not be allowed to enter Harper's house because he may be dangerous. He drew his weapon and started to go into his house. I could not believe my eyes. This was my neighbor and my friend and he absolutely did not pose a threat to anyone! He was just a little tore up and was way into his music! To make a long story short, the officer then realized that he was not a dangerous man, that we were just having a good time, but he did ask that we cut the music. We did, but soon after that said our good nights and went to bed. It wasn't so humorous then, but after the fact we did get a few chuckles out of the situation. So, Happy Birthday Harper, and thanks for all of the good times, the talks, and your wisdom. You are truly a character. I know that you don't come by as often as those days gone by, but you are still in my thoughts almost every day. "God Save the Child"
PATIENCE PICTURE: another montage that I have titled "STACKS"
mal·a·droit /ˌmæləˈdrɔɪt/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[mal-uh-droit] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
lacking in adroitness; unskillful; awkward; bungling; tactless: to handle a diplomatic crisis in a very maladroit way.


Patience-please said...

Happy birthday, Harper!!! Today is Maria's birthday too. She is 13, which is 91 for us. Even older than Harper. Wow, tell him I didn't think ANYONE was older than him!!! Heh heh heh...
great post, awesome photo-

Samantha said...

How nice to have such a nice neighbor and friend!! Still trying to figure out the trip. Will let you know as soon as I do! Love ya!