Don – a.k.a. “woofer”

Slowly but surely I’m getting to the loose ends we need to wrap up to finish JJ’s new site. I was able to catch the last employee I had to take some snaps of – Woofer, the barback.

Woofer is a retired career Army man – who’s specialty was K9s. The irony here of course is he was dubbed “woofer” long before he was out, (of the military and otherwise).

We met him shortly after he retired and moved to St. Louis. At that time he was still a sheepish “new guy” – but thanks to a stocky build, ice-blue eyes and “aww shucks” midwest personality, he was quickly embraced and made friends…. Later getting hired by the bar – the perfect job for a 40-something returning college student.

Don can come off a little abrasive at times, but he means well. When you’re in the Military for 20 something years, you loose out on the decades of the “nice-guy sugar coating skills” most of us perfect by our 30′s.

The biggest thing I love about Woofer? – He filled a void in our friend Matt’s life. The moment they met we all could tell they had a thing – but through mutual denial took damn near a year to declare themselves boyfriends. Now, years later, they’ve settled down and own a great house together and one rental property.

The other thing I have in common with him besides adoring Matt? He too suffers from VW-sickness. But the lucky bitch owns an old Corrado… his “baby”. *The Corrado came out in the early 90′s and replaced my teenage object of auto-lust – the Scirocco. I’ve never owned either. Despite our pledge to never buy another traditional gasoline powered car again – I suspect a midlife crisis will strike with a vengeance and I’ll wind up owning one before I’m 40.

I’m in for a treat though… I get to “babysit” Woofer’s car while they travel to Europe for three weeks next month.

I feel like I’m 16 again.

I feel like I’m blogging…

huh.. impossible.