Fonzie

I bet you did not expect another of these.. this is not what I want to write about but that subject is still too raw to put fingers to keyboard so to speak… so I will tell you about “The Fonz” … I met him through work… at a company called Siesmagraphic Services Ltd which was sub contracted to Shell Oil to search for oil within the Taranaki prospect… He got his nickname because he was the antithesis of cool… He was weedy, weak, slightly deformed and crippled… he walked with a limp… he could barely see even with his coke bottle glasses and even though he was working with a crew of low life ruffians, including myself, he was well liked by all… He was educated in British private schools where children of his stature and condition are basically tortured by the children of the elite… I visited him at the home of his parents in New Plymouth once and learned that he was the son of a Shell Oil executive… the mansion he lived in evidence of the wealth and privilege that he came from.. obviously his father at a loss with what to do with him got him a job through his industry position… he showed me a picture of his bother and sister… they were both blue eyed blonde haired beauties… think of the bachelor and his bimbos.. these two had it all.. good looks… education …wealth… his bother was Captain of the first eleven.. Captain of the first fifteen… and even then I thought to myself you poor bastard when god dished out the lollies in your family you were nowhere to be found… and after all those problems in your life both mental and physical how did you end up being the well adjusted.. all round good person that you are… so Fonzie… where ever you are… I think of you still… I think good thoughts… wish you well .. and remember the good times we had..

Uppie The Faithless.. who you knew as Dean..