Well, I finally made it back. It was an outstanding time actually. We didn't morn his passing as much as we celebrated his life and how our lives intertwined. His wife, who I have also known for years, made sure that we got to spend some time. I was probably the only person where I worked that would play practical jokes on not just the people I worked with but on those I worked for. My colleagues were always telling me I was going to get into trouble for screwing with the brass including the Chief. They were wrong.
His wife had to tell me that they still had two mementos of my practical jokes that they absolutely would not part with. This Captain and I regularly had lunch together. We always went to this all you could eat bbq buffet place. Every time we went he would stuff three napkins under his chin to protect his shirt and tie from getting sauce on it. I happened to run into one of the Lieutenants on the Honor Guard and got an old Ascot from him. Took it home, printed on an inkjet transfer sheet his name at the top, a pig clip art in the middle and BBQ Bib on the bottom. The next week when we went to lunch I gave it to him just as we sat down with our plates thinking I would have a good laugh. He loved the thing and proceeded to put it on. He wore that thing every time we went to lunch there and every time he ate BBQ anywhere.
The second thing they kept was a bathroom stall sign I made. You could literally set your watch by this bowels. Every day at 9:00 A.M. he walked past my office, out the door, across the hall to the bathroom like freaking clockwork. He always use the Handicap stall so it was quite spacious. While he and his family were on vacation I rounded up a little corner table, a vase with artificial flowers. a batter powered radio/tape player, printed a couple of froo froo pictures and got a couple of cheap 8X10 frames from the Chiefs office that were normally used for award certificates, a documents holder like you see outside a doctors exam room, some magazines from the Chiefs waiting room and made a sign proclaiming that this was the private stall reserved for him. On his first day back about 10 minutes to 9 I went in real quick and decorated the stall completely complete with music from the radio.
He told me what happened. He always took the paper with him and was not paying attention when he went in missing the sign on the stall door. He had just settled himself down when he noticed the music, looked up, saw the froo froo pictures, the corner stand with flowers on it and the radio below. He said he panicked and rushed out because he thought he had gone into the wrong bathroom. When he discovered it was the right bathroom he went back in, saw the sign on the stall door and knew I had been a work. He told me it was so relaxing and peaceful that he sat there until his legs fell asleep. His wife told me that he had brought that sign home that night and it was still hanging in their bathroom at home.
I will definitely miss him for he was not just a good person to work for, but he was just plain good people and a good friend.