In Light of Recent Events
It's taken me a whole week to post about this. Most people know I deal with death in a different way; we'll leave it at that.
Last Friday I was called into the gym because Leslie B.'s husband was in the hospital. No one knew why. Of course, Steve (God bless him), was nearly 500 pounds, diabetic, hypertensive, smoked a pack a day...not exactly the picture of health. We were all very worried. She called me herself Saturday afternoon with the update; Steve wasn't going to make it. He died that night.
His wake was last night and the funeral was this afternoon. I hadn't seen or spoken to Leslie B. in almost a week, and seeing her last night just brought tears to her and my eyes. She's been so strong for his kids; and for everyone else. It just hit me like a ton of bricks. No one expected this to happen. I mean, what do you do when your best friend tells you her husband is dying?
It was a beautiful service. The Old Crows were there, playing "The Thunderer" by Sousa (Steve's favorite march); instructors from the gym were there; friends and family; the whole shebang. And all over Farmington you can see business marquees boasting the message "Steve Bull, we will miss you." It's amazing to see just how many lives Steve touched in his, albeit a shorter existance than most.
Steve was quite the comedian. We wrote several one-liners and a couple books full of them. He could tell one hell of a story. And boy, could he play the tuba! I will really miss him. He was a good man.
So, in light of recent events, and in tribute to Steve Bull, I post this joke. When I saw it, all I could do was think; this is something he would have told the band and everyone would have lost it:
Musicale
C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "I'm sorry, but we
don't serve minors." So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth
between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished, and G is out
flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp
enough.
D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a
second." Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this
relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at
the end of the bar and says, "Get out! You're the seventh minor I've
found in this bar tonight."
E-Flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined
shoes. The bartender says, "You're looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this
could be a major development." Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit
and everything else, and is au natural.
Eventually, C sobers up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. C
is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a
minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an upscale
correctional facility. On appeal, however, C is found innocent of any
wrongdoing, even accidental. The judge rules that all contrary motions are
bassless.
Sleep well, Steve Bull
Last Friday I was called into the gym because Leslie B.'s husband was in the hospital. No one knew why. Of course, Steve (God bless him), was nearly 500 pounds, diabetic, hypertensive, smoked a pack a day...not exactly the picture of health. We were all very worried. She called me herself Saturday afternoon with the update; Steve wasn't going to make it. He died that night.
His wake was last night and the funeral was this afternoon. I hadn't seen or spoken to Leslie B. in almost a week, and seeing her last night just brought tears to her and my eyes. She's been so strong for his kids; and for everyone else. It just hit me like a ton of bricks. No one expected this to happen. I mean, what do you do when your best friend tells you her husband is dying?
It was a beautiful service. The Old Crows were there, playing "The Thunderer" by Sousa (Steve's favorite march); instructors from the gym were there; friends and family; the whole shebang. And all over Farmington you can see business marquees boasting the message "Steve Bull, we will miss you." It's amazing to see just how many lives Steve touched in his, albeit a shorter existance than most.
Steve was quite the comedian. We wrote several one-liners and a couple books full of them. He could tell one hell of a story. And boy, could he play the tuba! I will really miss him. He was a good man.
So, in light of recent events, and in tribute to Steve Bull, I post this joke. When I saw it, all I could do was think; this is something he would have told the band and everyone would have lost it:
Musicale
C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "I'm sorry, but we
don't serve minors." So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth
between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished, and G is out
flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp
enough.
D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a
second." Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this
relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at
the end of the bar and says, "Get out! You're the seventh minor I've
found in this bar tonight."
E-Flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined
shoes. The bartender says, "You're looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this
could be a major development." Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit
and everything else, and is au natural.
Eventually, C sobers up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. C
is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a
minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an upscale
correctional facility. On appeal, however, C is found innocent of any
wrongdoing, even accidental. The judge rules that all contrary motions are
bassless.
Sleep well, Steve Bull