Boy I am telling you. Some old guys are hard th understand sometimes. I have a n old friend that I met up with down in Kentucky and he is, or I should say, quite a ladies man. He has a very good family situation now but it was not always so. He really had a rough go of it when he was a young man in his early twenties. Let me explain that. They used to call him the governor and some times I think that he believed that. I’ll just call him B. J. for now because I don’t want him or anyone else to identify who I am referring to because I am his best friend. I do want to keep it that way.
Anyway, B. J. was what some would call a “rich” ladies man who rode around town in big black Lincoln Continental. Back in the 1950’s, he was one of the most popular guys around. He was muscular and he always dressed nice. He was a real dapper. Always neat and his shoes were always shiny. He never wore nothing but the best. Stacy Adams were always apart of his evening dress. Along with his blue derby and his neat tailor made suits, Made him one of the most sought after single males in town. No one at that time knew that he was a very conceited young man> He kept that side of him well hidden from his public view.
There was another thing that was unknown about him, no one, absolutely no one knew where he came from. I met him him in one of the nightclubs there in Kentucky. There he stood with his lady for the night holding on to his arm as if she was afraid that he was going to get away. You know how some of the women of the night would act as if they were just about to melt. That’s how hot she felt she was. I had been in the club for about fifteen minutes before I heard my name called. Kenny! Kenny! I turned quickly in the direction of that deep sounding voice and behold it was the governor B.J. I answered as politely as I could but at the same time, I was wondering who that guy was and how did he know my name? I had nothing but a big question mark above my head to be sure.
Well to make this long story short or should I say brief, It turned out that I had known this guy when we were in the Military down in San Antonio, Texas. We had gone through Basic training together. He used to be a very timid person but now he looked and acted like he was the chief of everything. We greeted each other and He offered to buy me a drink. We talked of the times that we had during our training. Especially the time that he almost got arrested for being too intoxicated and they were going to lock him up for the night to teach him a lesson. That was when I went to bat for him and promised the officers that If they would let me take him back to the barracks I would see that he would never get that way again. I made them a solemn promise and gave them my name, rank, and serial number. I pleaded with them because I did not want to see him get in any trouble. They finally agreed and I almost became his caretaker the rest of the time we were in San Antonio. When we finally left Basic Training that was the last that I saw him until I heard my name called. We chatted and then we used to run around with the women chasing after. That was not my kind of lifestyle and after a year or two, I got married and moved to Central Kentucky.
The next time I heard from the governor, he had of all things, announced that he had been called into the Ministry. That almost blew me away. The governor in the Ministry. Not B.J.! I just couldn’t believe that. He called and told me the full story. How he had gotten real ill and they had almost given him up to die. He had all kinds of pains and he had a couple of mild heart attacks. Finally he got down so low he thought he was out of here. Then the miracle of miracles happened. In the wee hours of the morning, A Voice spoke to him and said, you are a chosen person that must preach my word. I am giving you this option because the church has been praying for you. After the voice spoke with me I wholeheartedly agreed to go. Then the strangest thing happened. My temperature returned to normal. My pains went away almost immediately. After another day in the hospital, the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with me and a pastor came to see me just before I was dismissed. He was surprised but he said he felt an urge to come and visit. I told him what I had experienced, He invited me to church and I joined. I started preaching and they gave me a license and then later on they ordained me. I went to a Seminary and I’m going to drop by to see you. I was never so happy for that guy in all my life.
So guess what? I am a preacher too. Called back in the early sixties and here I am a retired pastor in 2014. I till have these fond memories. I look at B.J. now and I just have to give it up for grandpa. We both are great grandpaws you know. Or did you guess it?