This won’t be the usual light posting about recipes and good tv. This one is about our friend Jeff.
Jeff is from Iowa (Idiots out Walking Around–I laugh every time I think of that). He is an excellent guitar player and plays a mean version of Sweet Home Alabama. He is an awesome dad to his three boys. He also fries up a delicious onion ring, which I discovered just a few months ago.
We’ve known Jeff for ten years. He lives a few streets over from us. We see him almost every day . . . or if we don’t SEE him, we definitely HEAR him. You see, Jeff drives a Harley. When he is off to do errands or meet a friend or do other Jeff-type things, we can hear his EXTRA LOUD Harley driving by. Hubby or I will say (to ourselves of course), “Hi Jeff!
Jeff has talked to me about his love for motorcycles. He feels joy when he rides. He wears a Mad Max style helmet (or maybe more Hogan’s Heroes) and when you see him, you can’t help but smile. The sound of his bike has become a part of our neighborhood’s “symphony of sounds,” if you will. Like the clunk-clunk of skateboarders practicing in the street, the thunk thunk of the boys kicking a soccer ball in the greenbelt, the birds in the trees.
The thing is, we haven’t heard the happy sound of Jeff and his Harley lately. He and his beloved bike bit the dust . . . or more like attacked a tree, exactly nine weeks ago. The bike is totalled, and Jeff is pretty busted up himself. He has been in and out of the hospital all this time, fighting infections with names so long I can’t even pronounce them and having surgeries on broken bones and enduring pieces of hardware being placed inside to just kinda hold Jeff together.
His adorable wife, Denice, has become his Number One Nurse. I saw her yesterday, and she looked exhausted. She showed us pictures of Jeff’s wounds on her phone (eeeuuw!) and talked very positively about Jeff’s progress. But all of us who know him are worried. So, if you wouldn’t mind, send out a prayer or some positive healing thoughts or good karma for Jeff–whatever it is you believe in. Because right now he needs a little help.
Thank you,
Mary