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David. He doesn't drink anything stronger than ice tea. Shela says he's
the spitting image of his father at that age. She's right too. David and
I go way back and we're still friends. He's not nearly as crazy as he used
to be. Marriage and two little pre-school girls seemed to have mellowed
him out. But I think, secretly, the "Cosmic Commander" still lurks
in his soul, scratching to get out. That was David's nickname back in the
late sixties, early 70's. Those were the days that David's "Sunshine"
was contained in a cookie tin and delivered via US Mail. Another
buddy, another guy named David, but nicknamed "The Navigator"
because he always had to drive and find the way, were inseparable back in
those days. I remember them tooling around town in that little navy blue
VW Bug. We'd all pile in and shoot down to Baltimore or DC to party. Now,
the Cosmic Commander can be seen behind the wheel of a beat-up pick up truck
full of the plumbing tools of his trade, and the only chicks he's picking
up or dropping off are his two little daughters to and from day care. |
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