In the meantime, John had roomed with this one guy while he was offshore. Everyone called him Toad. The offshore gang were big on tough, manly nicknames like Tex and Toad and Tiny. Tiny was John's other roomie, the head cook. He weighed 300 lbs. and liked to sleep "nekkid". Bet you're glad there are no photos of that!
The net around the helipad, in case the pilot misses his mark. People are NOT supposed to be on it. |
Playing cards with this gang can be a very scary proposition. |
As it turned out, Toad also had a young new wife from Texas. I guess she was pretty lonely too, since her only friend had gone home to Scotland for the summer, her new job as a kindergarten teacher at the American School wouldn't start until fall, and her hubby was one of those who only came home for one week a month.
Of course, I didn't know any of this at the time, but I'm guessing that Mr. Toad told his little wife that she needed to meet me, 'cause not long after he got back from the platform, John came home from work with an invitation. We had been asked over for hamburgers and homemade ice cream, to the house of some girl that neither of us had ever even met! I thought that was kinda strange.
Little did I know, it was to be one of the most important meetings of our lives -- the one that would lead us to our very best friends of nigh on 35 years now, our wonderfully fun, crazy, quirky soulmates, Paula and Tim!
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