There is something to be said about old friends: They can always be counted on…for something. One of the rules I learned in researching how to create an effective blog was to post frequently, but make sure that each post was relevant…Don’t post just to post. I will try not to over do this whole blog thing, but I am posting for a 2nd time today for the following reasons: 1) I got my first comment, 2) This is new, and I am excited, 3) an additional posting will allow me to respond to my first comment and tie it in with the Colorado lifestyle which is allegedly one of the themes of Rammin’ the Clam.
So back to the old friends being counted on thing. Kevin Peters: He’s the one they call Dr. FeelGood. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to chime in with the first ever Rammin’ the Clam feedback comment. A true comedic genius hides behind the tie and white lab coat that he wears to work. We met in radiology school; Kevin probably got the award for best dressed, despite the fact that everyone in our class was forced to wear the same green scrubs. I also think Kevin got the award for clinical excellence, which may have been an indication of things to come. After graduation Kevin was hired and quickly promoted into management. I think he is like a hospital C.E.O. or something know. But as Kevin alluded to there is one thing missing from his high society corporate world. No snowboarding. At least no snowboarding worth mentioning.
Kevin is a natural leader. He had a knack for getting events planned. One thing I miss most about my time in Sioux Falls, SD, with Kevin and the rest of our friends was our recurrent Poker Night. It seemed almost weekly that we were up until 3 a.m. drinking cheap beer and playing Texas Hold’em, knowing full well that in 3 or 4 hours one of us would be performing a gastrografin enema on a 73-year-old lady, while others would be trudging up and down hallways pushing a portable x-ray machine, while yet another of the group would be scrubbed in assisting with a stent placement or emboliztion. It didn’t matter though, we were committed, and when our group of friends made plans, they almost always stuck with them.
Now I transition into the Colorado lifestyle. I am not sure what it is about Colorado, but for the most part I have found that people here are generally non-committal. I’m not saying anything is wrong with that, it is just a different dynamic than I am used to. Organizing poker night here seems like pulling teeth. Of 30 people invited, 10 will say “Right on. I’m in. Sounds dope.” 10 will say “Let me check with wife/husband. I’ll let you know” The last 10 will say “Sorry man. I gotta work/play hockey/train to be a ninja.” Now of the 30 people invited 7 will show up. 3 of them from the “Right on” crowd. 3 from the “Let me check” crowd. Lastly one idiot will show up in a ninja costume.
Hold on a second, Ava has something to say. “I gotta go poop, but I can do it myself. Okay?” Cool, she’s good, but I should probably end this soon or I will be interupted in a few minutes to enter Ava’s most likely next sentence, “Look at my big poops.” I don’t know what the non-committal atmosphere is all about. I would like to think that it is because Colorado is so full of awesomeness that it would be foolish to commit to anything, because something more awesome could come up last-minute…
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