This morning at fire camp: I was eating breakfast – fried eggs, hash browns smothered in salsa, and chicken fried steak and gravy sprinkled generously with tobasco over everything washed down with chocolate milk. I ate it all.
Moon came over and sat down across from me. He likes to eat as much as I do. We had pleasant conversation complaining about our respective partners. I reminded him again about my daughter’s vehicle needing his mechanical abilities and described in detail it’s ailments. (For you newbie followers, Moon was my partner last year and years previous on the fires and a source of much needed humor. He looks just like Robin Williams, talks so fast no one can understand him, and laughs hilariously at them for reasons only know to him. He tells amazing stories, and is well known for his pilfering abilities.)
We agreed on a price for the repairs and I said I would be his friend forever. He said he was going to hold me to it as part of the deal. (This is all going on lightning fast in the best Moon style) I said I would have done anyway and that I had just ripped him off. He laughed loudly and mentioned the quality of such a friendship and then I related how sorry I was I didn’t help him with his drywall last year when he really needed it. He said he still hadn’t done it all and that now he had just ripped me off. We both laughed a good one. Life is good.