Friends in Low Places

Ok I am not a big country and western fan (at least not any more) but one song I do like is  Garth Brooks “Friends in Low Places”

Well I’ve got friends in low places, where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases your blues away, and I feel ok!”

I have talked many many times throughout 10,000 of the friends I’ve had since college, Jim, Scott and Dave.  Today, as has happened throughout the last 30 years, one of them came through again!

Two out of three of the guys read my blog regularly if not daily.  So, this morning, one of the people who read about my dead lawnmower was Dave.

Dave

Over the years,   I have learned that guys and their friends are different that women and their friends.  Dave and I have been friends since before we were roommates in college.  Dave was one of the founding members of the Strohs Bros and Fros.  We’ve spent a lot of time over the last 30 years insulting the heck out of each other.  Somehow, over the years, he coined the phrase, “The WOP (yep I am of Italian decent) never pays!”  HEY I always bought when it was my turn!

Of course I like to tell anyone that listens that this over 50-year-old guy likes to read chick books!  He is a big Nicholas Sparks fan.  I also let a herd of Jehovahs Witness’s in the apartment just as he was walking bare assed naked down the hall in college.  They turned around and never came back!

When it comes to competition, say throwing darts while drinking beer, we are a great team together, never getting mad at the other person for a bad round.  But we also try to BURY each other when we play against each other.  Guys like to win together and like to kick each other’s ass.  It’s what we do.

Guys also don’t need to talk to each other that often,  Hell we guys can go months without talking or getting together.  Its what we do.

This means social media works for us to keep in touch, with texts used if we need to actually communicate.

So, as anyone who read about the lawnmower this morning, y’all know I was willing to throw in the towel and just go get a new (ok newer used) mower.  Since hitting it with a hammer didn’t help at all, I couldn’t think of anything else to do.

But this is where Dave and I differ.  Where my first thought is to get a new one, Dave read the blog and said “We can fix it!”  And if Dave says it can be fixed he can do it!  Where I have no skills in repairs at all, for anything, the man has very few limits.  House, car, boat, welding, wood work you name it he can do it.

I’ve see this guy build and get up on a waterski he’s built from the stuff he’s found on the shore.  And he helped me wire a muffle back on the car when it fell off in college.

He has enough knowledge about homes that he is now a licensed Home Inspector and owns his own home inspection business.  Whiteley Home Inspections.  (If you are in King or Snohomish county and need and inspection hit him up I highly recommend him!)

So, at high noon, I had the mower at his house.  He had the tools and started taking things about, shooting cleaner stuff in the carburetor, and cleaned the spark plug.  An hour later, we pulled the cord and I had a working mower!

Gotta love having friends when you need em!  I knew Dave could probably fix it, but the man had 2 sets of twins that all have things going on, he’s busy.  But no way I was gonna turn down an offer from him to try!

Thanks pal! I owe you a beer!

 

 

 

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