Steamboat Behavior

The guy to my right/your left, who looks like Michael Douglas but sports a wardrobe more like Louis Vuitton, is my long-time friend, Randy, whom I've known since we were 8 years old.  Randy achieved hometown fame for a number of reasons, some of which are still classified.

The lad to your right is my good friend Victor, who I've known since 8th grade. Victor is a guy who acquired Rolla Fame for running through brick walls and not stopping until the ref screamed, "Come on son the game was over 30 minutes ago!"

Initially, Randy became famous at Wyman Elementary for being the second biggest kid in the entire school, while still in the 2nd grade. That may be a little bit of a stretch, but he was the only kid in Miss McCutcheon's 4th grade class who had to shave at least every other day to stay within the boundaries of the Wyman "No Beard Rule" and that's no lie (ok, maybe that too is a little bit of an exaggeration, but you get the gist).

Several Rolla Boys spent the entire second half of the 6th grade running around during recess trying to avoid Randy's round house kicks. That occurred after Randy saw the movie "Billy Jack" and quickly became a 12 year old version of the man, known at that time, as the world's best all-around kicker. Among many other talents, Randy became darn good at kicking and some of us still have bruises to prove it!

Victor showed up from Springfield, Mo in the summer of 1973 and quickly became one of the best running backs Rolla Junior High had ever known. Although he went on to a stellar high school and college football career, he is perhaps best known for being Marie's son-in-law. He also became Rolla Famous at the age of 15 for being the absolute best at sneaking his mom's car out of the garage while she was trustingly asleep directly above it and with her bedroom window open. He was so good at this (and I might add brazen) that he once showed up at the home of a well known Missouri State Highway Patrolman's house to take 1 of his 4 daughter's out for an evening of illegal Phelps County cruising. His backup plan, in the event this career highwayman asked to see his license, was..."I forgot my wallet", which is just further proof of my longtime friend's teenage brilliance!

Anyway, we had a great time in Colorado and managed to save "Michigan-John" from becoming known as perhaps the worst decision maker in the recent history of Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Which brings me to my point:

Dear men,

If your wife passes out while on vacation and eating at Double Z's BBQ in Steamboat Springs, Colorado, don't assume "she'll be fine if we can just get her to the car": that is not a good plan of action.

Sincerely,
The Rolla Boys

I'll keep do my best to keep you posted on travel matters and such as that....