Well, my roommate and I are already partnered to do this. I trust him, he used to work for the Forestry Service here in the area and he is good with
outdoor skills - though not Seal, or Daddybare quality - this choice will not change.
However there is one guy who I really want with us, and that is Rusty. Rusty was a character I met when I moved here. When I met him we were both
delivering Pizzas for a local joint. Rusty is a hustler, a jack of all trades, a survivor, and street wise beyond his years. He is also one of the
most resourceful guys I have ever met. Indeed as I meet people in this area a call to Rusty will tell me everything I need to know about the person
in question. In this area Rusty is battin' a thousand; he is never wrong.
But there is one other person who falls into this category and that is Vincent Cortez Wells of Chicago area, now living in New Chicago, Tennessee. I
know I just posted his full name. Why? Two reasons; Though I am white and Vincent is black we are brothers. We both grew up in Illinois, me in
Springfield, he in South Chicago, we are the same age and we both went to Catholic Schools all our lives, we are indeed brothers. I know Vince well
enough to say without the slightest doubt that if he ever read this he would be pleased and proud to no end that I did mention his full name. I tried
to bring him with me, but the logistics just did not work out. I miss ya Vince!
The second reason I mention his full name is in hopes that someone in the Memphis area will see this and show it to him. You see Vince is nearly
homeless. I mean he has a home but he has no electricity and no heat in his house - yes, he lives in a slum. But he is a survivor, and he is the
hardest worker I have ever known. Vince is short but with biceps that look like Arnold Schwarzenegger's. By posting his full name I hope that he
will contact me. If he does, I will eat less and send him bus fare to get him up here to Washington State, and then there will be four of us.
Vince and I used to work together at a large air freight company. One day one of the "bosses" said something derogatory about me. Vince stopped the
forklift he was driving short and took exception to what the guy said. There was a short exchange and Vince finally ended it by saying; "Man, Look
at me. Do I look like I am playing? I'll jump down off this forklift and kill you, baby boy! I got nothing to lose!". I was not around to hear
this exchange but my bosses son was there and so were his friends and they could not wait to report it to me when I got back to the station. At that
moment Vince went from someone they picked on to someone they respected. The threatened boss did nothing besides shut up and go into his office.
Later, after I quit that company and became a bar manager in downtown Memphis I sent some of the local homeless out in search of Vince. They found
him and I got him a job at my bar. Vince, love ya man. You are truly #29 incarnate.
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