Yesterday my doorbell rings and UPS is there with a letter.

"What?", say I confused.

I wasn't expecting anything but when I opened it up Ryan had sent me the money for our room in Georgia. I didn't expect it to come UPS so I was shocked to get it so soon.

I then began to laugh when I noticed that what he had written on the line for what the money was for, "Love shack rental".

Images of a hairy chested man in a spaghetti strap top strutting, and I mean strutting, around the parking lot in Dahlonega came to mind.

I hope no one at the bank notices when I try to cash that cheque.

Today the doorbell rings and UPS is there once again.

"What?", say I confused. "Again?"

This time it's a package. Again I'm not expecting anything but when I open it up I again start to laugh, still am as I write this. Inside the package is a box of Nutter Butter.

Now images of a group of us sitting around outside of our rooms in Dahlonega come to mind. Beers are being drunk, whiskey and shine are being passed around in flasks.

"Here, try this."

"Oh, that's good. Try some of this."

As that is going on Pete offers me a snack. Nutter Butter. I've heard the name before but never had one, they don't sell them here in Canada.

"Oh, that's good. It's like peanut butter with a peanut butter cookie and a liberal dose of the cocaeeene mixed in for habit formation."

I hope nobody expects me to share.

Thanks to both Ryan and Pete for bringing a smile to my day and bringing back good memories.

But mostly thanks for being friends.

John Like a dog on a car ride with my tongue in the wind