You Stole My Fish Sandwich, Part 1

My therapy sessions are coming in the form of the written word. And right now, I need a lot visits to that couch…

My blogging will be rambling of non-chronological and sometimes nonsensical topics, ending by describing a heinous act of 'tortious interference', with no attempt by the ‘torfeasor’, the subjects of these posts, to ever provide any equitable damages. So...

Journey, Alpine Valley, June 17^th 1983: Good bye high school and come August, we are all going in our separate ways. But for now, the only task at hand was a good-old-fashioned road trip with the Ziggy Family Grand Safari stocked with the ‘consumables’ (use your imagination) and a grill in Fryman’s Nova.

Now mind you, back in our day, some of the things that we did were NOT exactly smart. Nor it is my intention to expose stupidity, dangerous and/or illegal activities, but I had rules about drinking in a moving car (I have no intention of telling you want they were). Unfortunately, someone decided that they needed to violate that rule at the most inopportune moment possible, causing the WalwortCounty Sheriff to take an keen interest in my moving vehicle.

As far as I was concerned, the person that put us in the clutches of the law should have been hauled off and never heard from again so we could continue our road trip. But as your humble orator was about to escape the long arm of the law, a fully packed 72 quart red Igloo cooler full of provisions apparently caught their eye. And according to the Wisconsin State Statues in 1983, it is against the law to have one of my chauffeured acquaintances decide that they need a quick drink from a new bottle of vodka as it was being packed. Great…I just saw my graduation money disappear.

Now through all of this foolishness of being hassled by ‘The Man’, we lost contact with the fire source.  Remember this is well before any technology that has the potential of finding the Fryman anywhere on this earth and  apparently yelling from the rooftop of your car in the parking lot of a very large outdoor concert venue gets you a lot of strange looks. But this is a great opportunity for budding engineer and this where his ingenuity reins well, because apparently you can cook food on the exhaust system of a the 'ZiggyMobile' (well, not really…but it was a great idea).

Not being discouraged  by an inpending empty wallet and a date that was colder than zero degrees on the Kelvin scale, our 4^th row, dead center seats provided a memorable event for all. Although today as a middle-aged adult, I will never verbally broadcast that I actually attended a Journey concert.

Why I am telling you this story? I had 15 days to make my donation to the General Account of Walworth County and I am $60 dollars short. This is where our future torfeasor steps forward to help yours truly. There was never a question for when it would be returned, but merely a gesture of a true friend, to a friend in need.

This was the first gesture on many that I will never, cannot ever, will not ever, forget of my dear friend.

There is alot more to follow......