Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — “Gary, this is your good friend, Tom.”
“Tom who?” That Gary is such a kidder.
“Valley. Tom Valley” I went along with his little joke.
“Is this a prank call. Are you a telemarketer?”
After convincing him we knew each other, we had a one-sided conversation — I just rambled on and he listened.
“Gary, are you going to be watching the game with your faithful dog by your side?”
“What are you talking about? And who’d you say you were?”
A little while later, he politely explained that he had to go mow the lawn. So we said our goodbyes. This guy is such a card — not once did he let on he knew me.
It was hard watching the first half of the game all alone – there was no one to give high-fives or paws to. But thank God, Maggie came strolling home just as the second half started.
But I wanted her to know I was a little disappointed, so at first, I gave her the cold shoulder. (My wife taught me that little trick.)
She tried making small talk to break the ice. “Bailey said next week he’d like us to take a trip downtown. He’s never had the chance to see or use a fire hydrant.”
I didn’t even look at her. But I couldn’t stay mad any longer. I just held my hand up.
“Hey, Mag, give me a high-paw!”
She gladly swatted my hand and chortled, “Want to start the wave?”
Cool! My buddy and I were a team, again.
And that’s the way it looks from the Valley.Tom Valley is a Medina resident. His column appears every Thursday. Contact him at email@example.com.