Saturday, August 11, 2007

bud and the hog

This is my uncle. We call him Bud. That's not his real name. It's his nick-name. When he turned 40 he quit using his "kid" name. After lots of thought, he decided that his middle name would be the best name for him to use in the business world.
The rest of his immediate family thought that this was hilarious. For the rest of his birthday week, they insisted on calling each other by their middle names. Everyone except their youngest son who came up with something completely random -- typical. (BTW - none of his family call him by his "business" name. Just can't.)
Now Bud has turned 50. For this decade, he decided to get himself a new vehicle to take to work.
Now, Bud is really a cool guy. He has totally mellowed and is very enjoyable (It could be that both of his kids are almost done with college and no longer live in his house. If they don't live with him, they can't taunt him by randomly changing their names - apparently, not an uncommon event when they were living with him.)
I've got to tell you that the scooter is really cool. Imagine this totally hip 50 something guy hopping on a scooter in the 'burbs and heading into "town."
I love it. It makes me smile every time I think about him zipping around town. I also love it because it makes him happy. I like him when he's happy. He's got a great sense of humor.


by Johanna Brandvik said...

Love the scooter! Driving a Vespa to and from work has been a dream of mine since high school (though back then it was a Honda Espree that I wanted). Do I have to wait until I'm 50? Then again, 50 is not all that far away! Give a hug to the Moravetz gang from me if you see them!

ahna brandvik logan said...

We had a moped growing up. You had to actually pedal the thing to get it going - ridiculous. Ask David about driving home in the ditch because it was "safer."

by Johanna Brandvik said...

Oh yes, I know that story! It's a good one!

Chris and Rikki said...

The Moped! I can vividly remember seeing the moped in the shed at the lake on our summer visits. I probably asked Paul and Mary Lou (and David if he was around)a million times if I could try it. Needless to say, I never felt the wind gently caressing my skin while I sped by at (maybe)9 mph. If that moped still exists, it might be one of those things I conquer someday. --Chris