I hope all is well with him. I think he lives in Paris.
Definitely one of the good guys. Loved the stories when he visited with OldFella.
StoryTime with Pekkerwood: (Its like LATS but not interesting or funny!) LOL
Bout 6 years ago I am walking alongside the port in Rome with my girlfriend and her father who speaks zero English. My first name contains a letter not available in the romance languages (That explains a lot in my life), so he has difficulty in calling my name. It is like me trying to trill, etc. Ain't not happening.
Anyway we are enjoying the day and suddenly her father starts calling this name. Repeatedly. He was saying the name of my girl of thirteen years ex boyfriend. My girlfriend thought her father f'd up and was trying to say my name but was mistaken. Instead, there he was. Her father recognized him from many years previous. He was with his wife. Asked us if we wanted to ride on the boat, and like in a movie we were probably ten steps from his boat. We boarded with our family, my gf's nephews, my two Chihuahuas ( Yes they have European passports, although Clyde has passed), and we explore the Sea. Her ex Boyfriend is retired Alitala pilot now, and invests/builds in Italy. Therefore we had something else in common (Badaboom). Cheap joke.
Wife from France, they owned a few villas there. Invited us to dinner next night at his villa in Italy. Wifes' father there. Same age as my dad (passed away). He talked to my in my pidgeon French and his daughter translating as needed. It was important he get something off his chest.
He liked Americans. At the time because of some things about refueling in midair because of flight restrictions combined with a failed mission France was a bit down on our patriotic meter. He specifically wanted my to go back and tell my friends not to believe everything available in the media about France and the French. He warned that they allowed things to happen too long before they realized a problem existed. He said he was ashamed of how he had allowed he beloved France to become. This was no loudmouth. He was reserved, thoughtful, and earnest. He wanted me to tell my friends about what had happened to their cities, and how they never saw it coming.
These are all his thoughts. Not mine. But I remember his words during these days.
I have friends on the outskirts of Paris and they have spent much time in my homes both here and in Italy. My thoughts are with them all.
I implore us all to keep our friends in our thoughts, but be even more thoughtful in our actions.
Love to here Phidias take on things. Your brothers are with you.
Pekkerwood
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