| In
the early 70's I ran a motorcycle shop. One summer day a nasty, smelly, bushy
bearded Harley rider pulled up to the shop. In my most polite manner
informed him I had nothing in the shop he would want. With a stare that would kill,
he left. A few days later a young cop came into the shop in uniform. Had
not seen him before but his eyes looked familiar. Yes it was Neil. He had
been working undercover. We've been friends ever since. Neil got out of the
cop business a few years back and went into the Human Resource business. These
are a few pictures from his retirement party. Yea,
he still rides Harley's, note the fringe on his overalls, but he is
mostly "Farmer" Neil now. The best things in life.... Are not things.... And one of the best things in my life is Neil's friend-ship |
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