I once had a friend named Jason Joseph Tatum and he and I
had many great adventures together.
It all started back in 2002 when we
were preparing
to climb a mountain in Spain and out of nowhere a whirlwind of
dysfunction came
blowing through threatening to destroy us and our trusty emotional pack
mule Erasmus.
Luckily Tatum came to the rescue with his grappling hook and saved the
day.
After arriving at the top of the mountain we were faced with another
mountain…
a mountain of dirty laundry that threatened to consume my friend Jason
while he
was sleeping on a matchstick cot! Luckily I was able to lead him to
safety by
coaxing him out of his matchstick induced slumber by threatening to mark
off
his most precious dream …playing ultimate Frisbee! After awakening my
friend we
ran around a small village in Spain more times than I can count
and
ended up in
the basement of water-logged dungeon where we were forced to do slave
labor
building stairs and cutting the bottom off closet doors. Unfortunately
my friend
Jason got a little aggressive with the skill saw and cut the door too
short. The
task master was very mad so he lined us all up against the wall and was
threatening to shoot us when my friend Jason, who has always had a very
quick
wit, saved the day by telling a really funny joke in Spanish… “Nadda?”
We caught
the nearest plane back to the states and began to climb yet another mountain,
Mount Bagwell. If we had known we would be climbing this third and most treacherous
mountain I’m sure that my friend would have brought his grappling hook but instead
we were forced to clear a path up the mountain with a gas-less chainsaw
and a
second class pack-mule named Quixote.
After conquering this third mountain,
Jason and my wife Allison were so elated that they skipped down the streets of Decatur
arm in arm singing “hurray for the Hamilton’s” at the top of their lungs! It
was glorious!
After a fine time of celebration we were off to the plains of
Africa where we pondered the evolutionary plight of the Wart-Hog while our good
friend Chris pondered the poignant nature of the word pungent .
We wrestled Hippos and rode lions bare-back with
secret service agents “tomorrow truly was the best day of my life”. We then rode off in to the African sunset!
My friend Jason and I have had many great
adventures together and surely many more will follow. I just hope he remembers
to bring his grappling hook next time.
Jason Happy 30th birthday! Here's to many more great adventures!
Kemper
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