Chuck Who?

Day 34

This is an image of “a” Chuck White” not THE Chuck White which is what today’s blog is about. I am still searching for an image of THE Chuck and have not scored yet. I think I might have some archived on another computer or backed up on a CD somewhere.

My buddy Chuck White works at the local Information and Referral line, in fact at one time he was known as “Mr I&R”. He has worked at this program for 25 years this month and he served as Executive Director of the Line for 12 of those 25 years. Chuck is a marvel, he actually resigned his post of this agency and went back to school to become an educator which he still has to realize. He is close I understand just a couple more yard. Chuck , thank God, came back to a post at the “211” line as an operator and yet he seems relatively happy. Chuck is steady, dependable and Lutheran one of the few, comparatively speaking, in this valley of Mormons. Chuck could be characterized as jolly and though not loquacious, highly verbal. Chuck seems to be a happy professional; answering the questions he is flooded with on a daily base. Chuck is punctual and regular at his work. He is one of those guys you never considered would come in late for work. Chuck is the legend, he is the I&R operator everyone wants to be when they grow up. Chuck is the one who can make the difference. No one can does information like Chuck.

Chuck is being honored sometime this week for his 25 year term—it was supposed to be a surprise and I think I blew it. I actually called Chuck to ask about the event—it was during this call that I looked at the bottom of the post card, I had called from, and saw in small type across the bottom, “This is a surprise!” Great! If Chuck did not know about the event before I called he sure as hell knows about it now. Come on! Do you really expect something like a twenty-five year employment commemoration, on yellow postcards mailed to who knows who, is going to remain “SECRETE!!!” I think not, it was just a matter of time till someone in the area made the call. I was just the buffoon who did the deed. Well, I did tel Chuck the wrong date for the event—so if he does not read this blog I should be OK—Unless, I scan the invitation post card in and list the image of the post card along with the image of the wrong Chuck White. Or I could blur out the critical data—man that’s a lot of work and I love old Chuck dearly but work is work
And the scanner is all the way into the other office.

Winter came during the night—it was like 28 degrees when I headed out for the train this morning. The sky had cleared the great wind which rattled the house all night blew the smog away out over the great desert leaving pristine views of the huge Wasatch Range—this will last a day before today’s commutes smogs up the valley—let the inversions begin.