I couldn’t tell you when I got reacquainted with Dewey, or acquainted for the first time. Dewey was in choir and he sang bass, which is behind the altos. I knew him, but I didn’t really KNOW him. He’s always just been there.
He stayed in our home town and married young. Over the years, I would run into him here and there, and I knew his wife Jackie also. I like Jackie.
When I worked at a bank, Dewey was a weekly customer. This was before we did everything online, something that I would bet Dewey still doesn’t do much of. I have to be friends with his wife on Facebook, in order to get information to him. Technological he is not. Anyway, we tellers all loved to wait on Dewey. He sort of took over the place. He just has that kind of personality.
He started coming to our classmate dinners, and he has to be home at a decent hour. He’s up at 4:00 AM but we all know there aren’t too many more years of working left. As I write this, he is framing his retirement home. Literally, putting it together.
When he comes to the Christmas party, I ask him to bless the meal. Dewey doesn’t wear his faith on his sleeve, but it’s there, quietly a part of his being.
He has served on the reunion committee several times. I don’t know what will happen when he moves north for good.
One evening that sets itself apart in my mind is a night Dewey and Jackie and a couple of other classmates came to dinner at my home. I wanted Jackie’s input also as someone who isn’t really vested. I was changing our web site and wanted to set priorities. We all worked together to come up with a way that would seem user-friendly to our classmates and guests.
I like Jackie as much as Dewey. I’m comfortable with her. It’s a good feeling. Although not rare, I don’t feel the same about all spouses of classmates. I’m glad they are BOTH my friends.