Blog Twenty-Eight: McSherry
Last Saturday we had dinner with Steve McSherry and his wife Krista, and their new baby, Georgia. Two babies at the same dinner table; it simply gets no cuter than that.
Steve was the third in the succession of Rick's Best Friends, following Shawn Tryon and Craig Goodick (huh huh huh) in approximately 1982, and reigned until 1991 when he was succeeded by Scott, who's now in his record fifteenth year in the role despite living in California. (I'm limiting this to male best friends. Actually, my best friend is Snaby Girl.) I knew Steve from school, meeting him in Grade 5 at Ecole Cathedrale, and we were best friends through high school and part of our first year of Queen's, and were both in the Reserves, but eventually that kind of stopped, for whatever reason. He eventually moved out west with Krista, and we hadn't been in touch for years until last year when he moved back into town. Apparently he got his MBA, worked in Spain for awhile, and did a bunch of stuff. His Dad, a doctor who used to head up Queen's student medical servies, died a few years ago, which is sad; he wasn't that old and he was loved by a lot of people. Steve's little sister has a baby too. Life marches right along.
When we were talking on the phone last year he asked me if I was still into baseball, etc. etc., and I interrupted, "Steve, I'm still the same jerk I always was." It's funny, but it's true; Steve is now 34, married, with a kid, working for Amex, and he's the same jerk. Still a dyed-in-the-wool Conservative, still has a goofy sense of humour, and still dresses really weird - Saturday he was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and over it, a suit jacket. He seems, probably like me, happier and more content now that he has a baby. It's funny how you change, but you don't.
Anyway, we're doing dinner again soon.
Steve was the third in the succession of Rick's Best Friends, following Shawn Tryon and Craig Goodick (huh huh huh) in approximately 1982, and reigned until 1991 when he was succeeded by Scott, who's now in his record fifteenth year in the role despite living in California. (I'm limiting this to male best friends. Actually, my best friend is Snaby Girl.) I knew Steve from school, meeting him in Grade 5 at Ecole Cathedrale, and we were best friends through high school and part of our first year of Queen's, and were both in the Reserves, but eventually that kind of stopped, for whatever reason. He eventually moved out west with Krista, and we hadn't been in touch for years until last year when he moved back into town. Apparently he got his MBA, worked in Spain for awhile, and did a bunch of stuff. His Dad, a doctor who used to head up Queen's student medical servies, died a few years ago, which is sad; he wasn't that old and he was loved by a lot of people. Steve's little sister has a baby too. Life marches right along.
When we were talking on the phone last year he asked me if I was still into baseball, etc. etc., and I interrupted, "Steve, I'm still the same jerk I always was." It's funny, but it's true; Steve is now 34, married, with a kid, working for Amex, and he's the same jerk. Still a dyed-in-the-wool Conservative, still has a goofy sense of humour, and still dresses really weird - Saturday he was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and over it, a suit jacket. He seems, probably like me, happier and more content now that he has a baby. It's funny how you change, but you don't.
Anyway, we're doing dinner again soon.
posted by RickJay @ 10:36 PM
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