2013-02-20 / Opinion

Up The Creek Without A Paddle

The List-
by Terry Toole

I went into Hardees breakfast club a few days ago to get a cup of coffee and a ton of information, most of which can't be printed.

You never know what type of conversations might be going on over a cup of coffee. That particular morning, one of the regular members was coming in, and one of the fellows already seated asked, "Wonder how many he's got on the list this morning?"

Now the list that this gentleman pulls out ever so often is the ones who have been members of this coffee club who have gone on to meet their Maker, we hope.

"Wonder how many are on the list now?" someone asked.

"Last I heard,there were 30 on the list," another answered.

About that time, one of the five of six ministers who meet with us said, "Well, he can add W.C. to the list."

Most of us were shocked, especially "ye scribe."

We all knew that W.C. had been feeling poorly, but none of us thought he was near the dying stage, even if he is a few years older than me.

W.C. was one of a kind. Take that anyway you want to. We were close enough friends to know.

As the Reverend Talmadge Worsley said at W.C.'s funeral, "I knew him before and after he was saved."

I really don't know how long I've known W.C. Calhoun. I knew his folks before we became fishing and hunting buddies. When you hunt and fish with a man on fairly regular basis, you get to know him right well. When you trade bird dogs, you get to know them even better.

I won't bore you with two of W.C.'s favorite stories, because if you were ever around him talking about dogs or hunting, he would tell one or both of these stories that I was apart of. One was about us taking our two hunting dogs to Columbus to be trained. The other is about us going duck hunting in freezing weather.

Maybe one day I'll try to tell them.

Come to think about it, the 90-100 pound brown dog named Bleu that I have now was given to me from W.C.

W.C. was a smart man in most ways. He was taught to work, and the work he did took lots of brain power.

You've heard the old saying, "He knew just enough to make him dangerous."

W.C. would argue with a sign post, and bless his heart, he was usually right. Sometimes that is good. Sometimes it isn't too good.

I never was all that sure that when he started arguing religion or the Bible if he was right or not. I have sense enough to know that I don't know enough about either to argue about it. I know just enough about the Bible to know that I really don't know enough about it. My favorite prayer is, "Help.Amen!"

I truly believe that W.C. is now among the real experts.

I learned lots from my friendship with W.C. If I wanted to beat him fishing or hunting, I had better do my best. He was good at both of them. We had a few discussions on many matters, including religion and the Bible. I found that friends can discuss and even argue, but we could always agree to disagree, and still be friends.

I found that a real friend can never out give or out help a friend.

The last thing that W.C. taught me was not to procrastinate going to see or seeing about a friend. The week before he died, I told my first wife that I needed to go see four friends who were sick or had losses. I saw three of the four friends that week. W.C. went to the hospital and died before I saw him.

Remember that list I was telling you about. Ever so often, the owner will take it out, and read it. It could also be called a friend's list.

We are promised that we will all make the list. Some think we waste time jawing at Hardees, but that list brings back fond memories.

W.C., we will miss you.

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