ONCE HE WAS LOST..AND NOW HE'S BEEN FOUND

Ha!...When I was married to Jack the dearly departed 3 and final husband..he used to call me 'fucking Colombo'...because he would hide his pills, booze, etc. and I would find them and flush or throw them out.'...He would be convinced he had found the perfect hiding place and I would walk into the garage ...look around...tap my cheek with my finger and go..it's up there on the top of the garage door on the left...and there it would be...He'd freak out..'how the fuck did you know?'

...I'd just smile and go flush his black beauties down the toilet. To me.? It was simple..Jack was 6' 1 inches tall and I just figured out where the highest place would be if he stood flat footed and put something up in a hurry(running from me)and everything else in the garage was lower than that..so elementary my dear Watson..elementary...Oh the left side?....that was the farthest from the door. Why am I telling you this?...Because I have a great friend here on my blog and Internet and he dropped out of sight.and I fucking found him...Most of you know NitWit...Steve...My buddy..my bestest buddy on line..He is one of the first friends I made on line...him, Babs, Sooner, Tex, Billy, Nancy, Kevin..But I love Steve the most....he and I have the same sense of weird humor..I loved his family by proxy..His wife and granddaughter were the recipients of my Lime Green Baby Phats and the black converse sneakers. I have grown to love his family by his posts about them.. I knew he had been feeling badly, but he didn't complain..just a casual mentioning...A few years ago when he was talking about how his hands split and were dry and cracking and very painful..I sent him a small tub of Teets Balm...It's a balm that you put on cows udders to keep them smooth and soft from the elements..It made the farmers hands so soft that it now is being sold for peoples ..So I sent some to Steve..He said he had a hell of a time explaining why he was getting teets balm from some french guy in Texas.(Jacque)...after explaining, I'm not sure his wife really understood, but I won them over by sending the baby phats and the converse shoes..Anyhow..I had his address, I had a phone number I got off the net but it was disconnected..So I didn it the old fashioned way..Called 1-411 and had AT&T find his number for me...I called today and asked for Mr. D. and got to speak to the son.. and Steve is in the hospital where he has been very very ill..Had part of his intestines removed...They tried to take his lap top up there so he could get in touch with us..but no reception..He's supposed to be coming home soon. I will call back and talk to Mrs. Steve and get the hospital address so I can send him dirty get well cards..Oh..the best part?..When I told his son I was Jackie Denney from West, Texas I said you don't know me but I know you and I'm a friend on your fathers and he said are you yellowdoggranny?...My reputation proceeds me...So..for all you guys who are buddies of ole NitWits'...email me and I'll send you his home address and we can start sending him get well cards...

I have to admit I was really afraid to ask his son how he was for fear he was going to say he croaked ...Thank you Goddess...Now will start doubling up on the candles and prayers..We all need our Nitwit back...