My old friend and college roommate, Warren Bone stayed with us this weekend. The kids call him Miss Turbone (think about it), an allusion to Dogs Don’t Tell Jokes. He has been after me to take him to visit Grandpa Milo and Grandma Sarah at their assisted living facility ever since we got back to Oregon. It was a gift to have him here. He stood up for me along with Bryan Joyce at my wedding–Mexico is better because you need TWO best men and I had the VERY best. He has been a consistent fixture in the life of the Chapman family since we met the fall of his freshman year (my sophomore year) at Oregon State University in 1974. We all consider him family.
More than almost anyone other than maybe Grandpas Lauro and Milo and Grandmas Conchita and Sarah, Warren is the one who showed up at our house for Christmas and Thanksgiving as well as the odd other times. Christianity and Christ are always at the very top of the list of things we discuss. It does not really matter if we last talked days ago or months ago, we are lifelong friends and took up where we left off. We have not always agreed on everything, although on the vast bulk of topics we rarely differ more than a picayune point or two. He is almost as redneck as Lorena and I. He would claim his more than in I, but, in that, he would be wrong.
He is our kids uncle in the best sense of that word. Looking forward to the next get-together.
Betty Blonde #391 – 01/14/2010
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