Maybe just because I'm old but distant memories pop into my head every once in a while. Here's one I may have repeated before but I'm going to do it anyway. There are two or three moments that were memorable.
The company I worked for decided to have a manager and salesperson meeting in November of 1985. It was held in the Constellation Hotel in Toronto near the airport. I don't know why there but that's the way it was. We had supply centers in Ohio and Michigan - of course I was an Ohio guy. I had only been with the company a few years and was the Cincinnati manager. We didn't often see the all the guys from other areas.
We met in the Detroit area for a bus ride to Toronto. A busfull went, maybe 50 guys. When the bus crossed into Canada we were stopped by Canadian border guards. One got on the bus and asked if we all had our passports with us. Of course, no one did. He walked slowly down the aisle and stopped by our manaager from Saginaw, Michigan named Art Valls. He asked where he was from. All the Michigan guys laughed. Art was quiet and distinctly looked different from the rest of us Anglo-Saxon types. He looked like an Indian - North American Indian. Poor Art. They let us pass.
At the hotel they had matched all the Ohio guys in rooms with Michigan people. I can't remember the name of the guy I roomed with. At lunch the second or third day, I heard him tell someone he had the best roommate in the world. At night when he went to bed and was fast asleep, I was still out. In the morning, before he had wakened, I had s - s - and showered and left the room. They were all jealous. Maybe that explains why I can't remember his name.
The first night there, we were in the hotel lounge enjoying beverages and stories while watching Monday night football on an enormous TV. It was the night that Joe Theismann was crushed by Lawrence Taylor broking his leg into pieces and ending a promising career.