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Perry is another one of my real friends.

Started in Pierson, Michigan in 1983 when I moved in, had neighbors across the street that decided they wanted my next door property that went up for sale, they move next door and rented the property across the street to Perry, wife and kids.

Perry had some issues with an injury garnered after the President Johnson invited him on a field trip to a place called Viet Nam and was pretty much in the not hireable catagory for many jobs. In other words my kind of people, met Perry during my marijuana memory years so bear with me.

We got along pretty well, my wife and kids and his, we started having a few streetside cookouts where I had put in a 100 yard of peastone gravel in front of my place between the walk and curb and would have a sort of come and sit a spell block parties. Perry and Liz were often present and were a fun loving couple with good family values.

They hunted and fished and pretty much done a lot of things we did such as camping and hunting trips and such and we done a lot of them together. We earned each others trust and soon we did not worry about our backs when together, that helped on a couple of occasions.

Remember one incidence where Perry had a bad twisted ankle, he needed firewood and I had a state land cutting permit he had access to a county one ton truck. We took a couple of the kids for gopher work and I done the sawing kids hauled and Perry just complained most of the day about his ankle while splitting the wood before the kids stacked it in the truck. We were down to the last bit of the day and I told the kids go take a break and then finish stacking the the wood.

Told Perry quit your whining that cold snow should do you some good. He flipped me off, I went to my saw box and got out a Thai Stick (a donation from a friend) and a pint of Canadian Mist and told I wasn't heartless but knew he would not work as hard medicated as he would whining, he flipped me off again and told me pass the medicine bogart. Perry smoked most of that and downed about half that pint but that load went on a lot cheerier. Liz later told me she thought he would not make it with his ankle and asked me what I done. I told her, big mistake, after that Perry was medicated whenever hard times hit, seems Liz would find something somewhere somehow. Who says medical marijuana is bad. ;D Later in life Perry took a driving job and never touched another drop or puff. He was a man who had family priorities.

Go back in time of one of the parties we would have together, Perry was an easy mark to make laugh, I had been to a local unclaimed frieght and they had one of them stuffed animated monkeys with the cymbals, this thing would clang them cymbals a bunch and then the lips would peel back in a big smile. Perry would laugh if he seen that thing a 1000 times but not until them lips started curling he could hold it until then and he could not stop. More than once Liz came over to rent the Monkey, paid for with a cookie or beer or whatever but worth it everytime.

One of my most memorable "dirty tricks" he claimed, it's Christmas eve, I went across the street with a fifth of mist mixer and one of the biggest doobies rolled around. We commenced drinking and smoking and next thing you know it is around midnight and time to go home. Next morning I got woke up with an obscene phone call, seems Perry had not wrapped the presents the night before and his kid woke him at 6 am. Perry and Liz always went all out for their kids for Christmas and birthdays and such and that year it was no different except the gifts were in grocery bags and labled wit black magic marker. ;D For years he tried to pay me back for that one, though I told him I was not trying to do what happened but it was funny from my point of view. Another flip off. ;D

Over the years we watched each others family grow and mature, mine parted company via divorce but Perry and Liz still got custody of me, and I stayed in touch. They met my next family and we got along famously.

Fast forward it is 1998 November 14th, Perry and Liz had went to the casino and my house was on their route home, I had open heart surgery on the 11th and was at home and welcomed the visit though brief, too bad it was the last conversation I had with Perry. He died at 5am that morning getting ready to go deer hunting.

I had a real problem going to his funreal and did not stay long only attending the services I'm glad I did.

Here is what really bothered me and it still does today, see Perry had that truck driving job and was a delivery route driver for restaurants and bars and such. He broke his wrist on the job and worked one handed for a month complaining but still plugging away, soon his boss took him to the side and layed him off. Bingo no more insurance so it's on state aid for him, and medicare for insurance aka govt operated same as the Obama care will be.

See here is my story, I was diagnosed with two blockages on November 9th, underwent double bypass surgery at 12 noon on the 11th of November. I had good insurance through GM and Perry had medicare.

Here is Perrys story, he was diagnosed with four blockages on October 10th and scheduled for surgery on December 12th, he had government health care. Died November 15th how does this crap happen, he was twice as bad off as I was.

Perry and his family touched my life in ways no others have and I'm so thankful for knowing him.

My life with Perry is no where near a complete story I've reflected to you today but you would have like him and sure would have had fun if he was near you. I truly loved that man and his family. Swany
 

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I do have a small enjoyment recapping some of my friends who have crossed over, my life have been richer for knowing a lot of fine folks who became close friends. Just hope it stirs memories of friends past and present who read my short narratives of my lifes memories.
 

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Swany, just came across your story. Very touching. Perry sounds like he was a really good friend. (a valuable and sometimes hard to come by asset). Life sure ain't fair sometimes or so it seems.
 

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It's not often enough we speak of loved ones past, and we should.

The tales I tell are the highlights and good times, as well as the not so ending with Govt assistance.

When my time comes I do hope I've touched enough kind folks to tell my tale also. ;D
 

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Excellent recount of your friendship!! I too have been writing stories recounting my life with friends who are no longer living, but still live in the memories of those they touched.
 

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swany said:
It's not often enough we speak of loved ones past, and we should.

The tales I tell are the highlights and good times, as well as the not so ending with Govt assistance.

When my time comes I do hope I've touched enough kind folks to tell my tale also. ;D
I'm guess'n you already have.... 8)
 
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