A Call from a dead man

Laying in bed in the afternoon yesterday Kadizzle hoped for a brief nap.  The damn phone rang.  It must be one of those election push polls or someone else out to harass Kadizzle.  The voice seemed like someone in a boiler room without too much education.  The person introduced himself as Gary.  The Gary I knew who sounded like this was dead, at least I thought he was.  Gary is the scholarly bum that has been written about here.  Last winter The Commander and Kadizzle looked many times for Gary in the campground. We came to the conclusion he had died.  The last time we saw Gary he was in terrible shape. He had smoked himself as near to death as a person could. Gary could hardly walk, and breathing was just about impossible.  On our last visit The Commander  and Kadizzle thought we would never see him again.  We went so far as to wonder what would happen to his dog Sammy, and his truck he enjoyed so much, but he I was talking to Gary.  His voice seemed to have a lot of life in it, and it said he was well.

Life can take great turns, and Gary's predicament seemed to have improved immensely.  Just being alive was a major accomplishment.  Gary had lived in a tent, and a small tent at that for at least five years.  Now Gary reported he somehow acquired a truck camper with a flat screen TV, a microwave, and a new refrigerator. To Gary this was the lap of luxury.  Gary has found a place to stay with his truck for 200 per month.  He is still working on his goal of visiting every national park.  Gary says he may come to North Dakota in a year or so.  A man Kadizzle thought was surely dead from the evils of tobacco is alive, and doing better than ever.  Amazing the turns the road takes, but that is life.