Hi @alvinauh. Nice to hear from you. Poor dear Johnny turned out to be a good friend during high school. We were never romantically involved but would meet at the school ground on Saturdays and practice the high/broad jump and often went with our fathers to relocate beavers, etc.
Johnny was in the 12 Grade when his father was transferred from our small village to a town. Johnny and the rest of the family went with him. After graduation I moved away and was not anywhere near Johnny to keep contact with him.
By chance I ran into Johnny one summer afternoon. He was with his wife. He patted her stomach and proudly said there was a little bun in the oven. By the look on her face, I don’t think his wife liked that reference!
Years later I was excited to see Johnny at a high school reunion. He was with his wife and acting strange. I never really got a chance to talk with him. Apparently there were lots of buns in the oven as they had five children. They divorced a few years later and rumour was he had gone off the rails a bit, drinking and carousing-this doesn’t sound like the Johnny I knew!
Sadly the last I heard of Johnny was reading his obituary three years ago. I felt bad as I still see him as the fresh faced eager young man of my youth. May my dear friend R.I.P.
Hi @alvinauh. Nice to hear from you. Poor dear Johnny turned out to be a good friend during high school. We were never romantically involved but would meet at the school ground on Saturdays and practice the high/broad jump and often went with our fathers to relocate beavers, etc.
Johnny was in the 12 Grade when his father was transferred from our small village to a town. Johnny and the rest of the family went with him. After graduation I moved away and was not anywhere near Johnny to keep contact with him.
By chance I ran into Johnny one summer afternoon. He was with his wife. He patted her stomach and proudly said there was a little bun in the oven. By the look on her face, I don’t think his wife liked that reference!
Years later I was excited to see Johnny at a high school reunion. He was with his wife and acting strange. I never really got a chance to talk with him. Apparently there were lots of buns in the oven as they had five children. They divorced a few years later and rumour was he had gone off the rails a bit, drinking and carousing-this doesn’t sound like the Johnny I knew!
Sadly the last I heard of Johnny was reading his obituary three years ago. I felt bad as I still see him as the fresh faced eager young man of my youth. May my dear friend R.I.P.