Just a young buck, sitting in the back of the school bus on the way to a football game in the beautiful Okanagan, BC, Canada.
A fellow O-lineman, pulls out a tin of Skoal Vanilla.
The End........
Since that date 10 years ago, this lip has been packed. Monday thru Sunday, conferences through church, sales meetings through conference calls, high school through college through my first ever "career". From the Cope to the Skoal... Redman to Beechnut... Rooster to the Griz. It has been my friend through the up and downs.
Until October 21, 2013 when the dentist decides it was time to grill young B on the chew train. She says to me that fateful day, "it makes me want to cry when I see guys like you; only because I know you will live through the pain but will only have half a face." Now its not the 1st time someone has tried to have me "kick the can", but did this one ever strike a nerve in my thick dip lovin' skull. That day I knew I had to make a change.
So although you were one of my best friends, buddies, hobbies of a lifetime; sometimes you have to move on.
And so the new journey began on Oct 21, 2013, good-bye old friend, and welcome new friends at KTC!
B~
