This last month has been an interesting time. I had been spared the distraction of trailer duties and travel concerns because when we arrived in Florida on December 4th, Ian, my friend from Brooklin, had a house ready for us to occupy. It allowed us to spread out and lounge. I was able to relax, do some reading and sort out my thoughts a bit.
The latter weeks of November we made our way slowly through the lower states hitting National Parks and more historic sites along the way. But before that, we would return to D.C. and use our bikes with baby carriers in tow to see he sites of the National Mall. We saw Marine One fly by and Mike Pence walked right by us in the Capitol Building. Pretty Neat. Leaving D.C. the path south has much civil war and American history so I was excited to hit those spots, like Monticello, the Shenandoah Mountains and the Appomattox. We hugged the Appalachian Mountains with the intent of me being able to climb Mt. Mitchell in North Carolina. Wild fires prevented that from happening and nearly cancelled our whole mountain experience in that area.
I met Doug when I started to attend College Park church in Oshawa. He ran the video webcasting department and I was joining the team to help out a bit. He showed me the ropes and seemed to welcome the relief. I really don’t remember what we talked about those first few Sabbaths, but we got along okay.
I was at College Park for a couple years before Cynthia and I started a family and we began attending a church in Brooklin. Before we left I learned that Doug was into motorcycling and hiking. I thought, “what a shame, I’m into those things too and we could have hung out. Oh well!”.
I’m not one for making new friends. I like to stick to the people I have known for a long time; friends from high school or college. Occasionally something forces me to change that, like joining a new church or workplace.
Even then, most of the people there become work time acquaintances and not lifetime friends.
Many years ago I was brought in as a partner to a company my high school friend, Ian started. We had a falling out a few years later and I left, only to return sometime after that as a contractor.
Midway through my teens my parents parted ways and I was left wanting a strong sense of family.
I spent some time with my high school friend, Zak’s family, which was a good bandaid for the time being but when he left for University that desire grew and I was left wanting.
I made friends with a guy named Ian in grade 11. He was into computers and technology and we shared a common interest in car audio. I honestly did not think this would be a lasting relationship since the difference between us were kind of big.
He was an ambitious intellectual and I was an ambitious long haired skid who loved movies.
I remember meeting Ian’s parents for the first time one afternoon. I’m sure they were a little concerned about the boy their son had befriended. I was rough around the edges and potty mouthed.
It seemed like many of my friends parents would not want me around unless they were there in fear of me stealing something. I would not blame Ian’s parents for having the same concern.