This may be one of those ‘had to be there’ moments — Whenever I need a laugh, I can think back to a summer day when Mike and I were stopped at a traffic light at 161 & Karl Rd.
It is a long light and we had just pulled up to it when Mike noticed a guy in his car stopped opposite us; going the other direction. He had his window down and was swiping at the air in his best attempts to prevent a bee from coming into his car.
Mike thought it would be funny to start waving at the guy while he was waving at the bee. So, I honked the horn a few times and Mike and I shouted and waved ‘Hello’ at the guy. While he was frantically swiping at the bee, he paused long enough to look at us with this weird, quizzical look… and then he waved back! He went back to fighting the bee and the light changed. As Mike and I drove away, we had a good laugh about our success in getting him to wave at us while fighting off the bee!
Well… Once upon a time, Mike and I were driving down Huntley Road coming from Schrock road. There was a lot of traffic and it was a late summer day. There is a set of very seldom used railroad tracks that cross Huntley Road and go into a building dock area for mass transit of goods. Mike was driving his Chevrolet Nuclear X-11 Citation; the one with the Public Address system in it…
As we approached the tracks, Mike grabbed the mic for the P.A. system and tossed it to me. I pressed the button on the mic and started making train noises… chug-a-lugga chug-a-lugga.. (No train whistles, just making the noise of the engine.. It sounded pretty realistic!)
I kept making train noises until Mike laughed and yelled for me to stop. A guy had stopped before the tracks and was looking up and down the tracks for a train. The confused look on his face as Mike and I drove past him was priceless!
I still miss Mike so much. Dawg is not well and I was snuggling with her on her pillow and singing our songs to her “You Are My Sunshine” and “Jesus Loves Me” and I just started crying… And I feel bad for crying because Mike hated it when I cried. I Love him so still….
Spending as much time with Mike as I did growing up, I have a lot of stories about him. I think that one of my favorites though was the story of the deer. The summer we were 14, Mike spent a lot of time at my house. He had set me up with one of his friends, and so they were constantly there, and when Pete would go home, Mike would hang around.
One particular night, Mike was staying for dinner before my parents took him home. My dad asked Mike to build a fire. My dad had a thing about keeping the firewood in the garage, so it wouldn’t get too wet to use. Now my dad is a practical joker, and loves to play tricks on people. He is also a hunter, and had been out the day before and shot a deer. The deer was hanging, skinned, just the other side of the door inside the garage. I will never forget the look on Mike’s face when he opened the garage door, turned on the light and saw the skinned deer hanging there. I don’t think people are supposed to be that shade of green. It was one of those rare times when someone pulled something over on Mike before he could do it to them.
I still remember Mike’s last Superbowl party between his Seahawks and the Steelers. Everyone was there and we had such a good time, especially when Mike and I planted Mookie and Barb’s Steeler’s flag upside down in front of Moe’s house. I really miss you guys, and mostly Mike. I guess I’ll still root for the Steelers this year… NOT!!!!!
Once upon a time, Mike, Rich, and me were waiting on a friend in a residential neighborhood. It was around 10pm or so and pretty dark. While looking for some music in the back of his Chevy Citation X-11, Mike found a VHS tape. I think it was a bad copy of The Wall by Pink Floyd…
He decided that it would be a neat idea to use the tape to build a spider web between two street signs at the entrance to a side-street. I argued against the idea and almost had Rich on my side on the grounds that it would be a sin against Pink Floyd… Mike was persuasive, though and Rich caved in and agreed to help.
They cracked open the tape case… I stood look-out while Mike and Rich ran back and forth across this street holding the tape ends and wrapping around street signs. It seemed to take forever and I yelled at them to hurry up a few times.. Eventually they were done and had a decent web-like structure built blocking off the entrance/exit to the street.
We went back to the X-11. Mike moved the car so that we had a good view, but were not obvious and we waited around for somebody to drive by.. The first car was some guy driving a small sedan. He slowed down as he passed the web and looked at it, but kept on driving.
We did not have to wait long for the next car. A middle-aged guy in a big station wagon approached the road and came to a stop as he started to turn in. He looked at the web through his windshield and must have figured out what it was, or he just didn’t care. He pushed down on his gas pedal and slowly drove right through it!
I think Mike was a bit disappointed. I still really don’t know what he had hoped to accomplish with the prank. He was just bored with time to kill and enjoyed messing with people’s minds! Rich thought it was cool and enjoyed it with a cigarette and a laugh. I just kind of shook my head and grinned.
Mike was always fond of pranks.
He also seemed to end up with a lot of cassette tapes of music from various people in his car… At least half of the time, he couldn’t remember if someone had left the tape in his car or if he had borrowed it from someone..
I would occassionally look around his car for any of my cassettes and always seemed to find at least one.. It seemed like he had multiple copies of The Beastie Boys tape ‘Licensed to Ill’ on loan from me at all times… Smile
I was never really sure what happened to the tapes that weren’t mine after I saw them.. I figured the owner probably claimed them at some point like I did… However, I got a clue as to the fate of some of the tapes one summer afternoon when we left a friend’s house near campus.
I had found a cassette in his car of some lame music and asked him what he was doing with it in his car. I don’t remember what the band or singer was.. It was someone that I considered un-playworthy though. If I was telling this story to our old friend, Rich, I would claim that it was Bryan Adams (heh heh.. Rich hated Bryan Adams).
When confronted, Mike shrugged his shoulders and claimed to not know who had left it in his car or how it had gotten there. He smiled a silly grin and cracked open the cassette case and carefully pulled out the tape spool inside…
He tied the loose end of the tape spool to his car antennae. When we got onto the highway, he tossed the other end with all of the tape out of the window!
We laughed for a couple of miles as the tape unwound into a huge streamer of thin cassette tape behind us…!
ok mikey and me used to play this game on the pc called karts, it was gokart racing with extras.. one extra was a feature called oiling, which means you could use your fire button while racing and drop a patch of oil in front of them to make your oppenent wipe out. Well needless to say we would declare no oiling for a fair game. and one reason I like mike so much, is cuz he would never stick to that.. well was going through some wave files earlier and found this really short clip of mikey and me and some oiling.
It has been a long year.
One thing that I have grown to appreciate about Mike was his great ability to just pass the time. Whether it was just sitting around and shooting the breeze, playing a video game, or watching a TV show like The Simpsons. Mike made time go by ‘quickly’ by his mere involvement.
For sure.. a long year..
We used to hang out a lot on Internet Relay Chat (IRC) back in the day. Mike picked a funny, but strange quote from The Simpsons as his sound. Every time that he would come online, the quote would play over my speakers. I have attached the .WAV file. WinAMP, Mediaplayer, or any decent MP3 player will play it.
Today is my 38th birthday! I got to remembering what Mike did for me last year. I got home from work and he had candles on the kitchen table and little flowers. He had made a “menu” for “Mike’s Bistro”. He made me grilled chicken salad for dinner with fruit in a champagne glass. He had called my mother that day so she could tell him how to make me a cake. We didn’t have a cake pan so he used pie dishes to make it. It was the ugliest, most beautiful cake I have ever seen! He loved me better than I have ever been loved by anyone!