Sunday, May 23, 2010
My "God son", Donnie stopped by tonight and chastised me that I wasn't blogging often enough for him. Just for that, a Donnie story. Don had wanted only two things when he was nine or ten, to play college football and be a policeman. His mother, my best friend, was scared for him, the way we're scared, but so proud of our sons and grandsons for their willingness to put themselves in danger as a cop or as a marine, but truly hope they will always be safe. His mother hoped he would grow out of it. The day he was accepted into the Concord police training program, he came by my house to show off his new uniform. My youngest daughter's boyfriend was staying with us to jobhunt in the bay area (he lived in Oregon). Doorbell rings, boyfriend opens door and there stands 6 foot 3, 250 pounds of black wool, leather gun belt and mirror shades! Don's instincts took over and inquired, "who are you and why are you answering Ann's door?" The boyfriend was 5 foot 8. 140 pounds. I love the mental picture because I never did like the guy.