Losing Touch
Scott Mclean
My back is expressing it’s displeasure with me again today so here goes.
The subject is losing touch with friends and family.
I recently got a message to call a cousin in Texas who I hadn’t talked to in years.
I remember going to his folks house a couple of times when I was young. Dad’s cousin, whom he always called Junior, put me on a half broke horse. It would run around and throw me off. The area he had it in had soft material to land in so I thought it was great fun and kept wanting to go again. I was around five and Dad was okay with it but Mom not so much.
The twins had moved to Yakima and I connected with them at near the age of 20. They were four years older so I enjoyed hanging out at their place. There were occasional trips scouting for project cars and I introduced them to the guy who painted his Ranchero.
The three of us rode motorcycles, the only difference being I was a big kid on a Suzuki and they were smaller in stature on Harleys. I caught a lot of crap about my rice burner.
They moved to Texas and I hadn’t seen them in around 40 years.
Clif and I talked quite a while and caught up on things. What was going on in our lives, how many kids, and getting old.
We found out that we each had two siblings who passed on and neither of us knew.
I also found out that the other twin, Clint, moved back to Yakima 15 years ago and lives in the same house I used to visit them at.
Clif gave me his contact info so I will have to see about renewing our acquaintance.
That they lost two brothers and one of them has been back in Yakima without me knowing makes me feel foolish.
As we get older we should take the extra effort to keep contact even if it’s just a call or a Christmas card.
We never know when the last time communicating will be.
I think I got along with the two because they possessed that same ornery, smart ass sense of humor that seems to be a McLean trait.
It was great talking to Clif again and I hope to speak to Clint soon.
So reach out folks!
Make contact with friends and family you haven’t seen in awhile. You’ll be sorry if you missed the opportunity.
Enough sentimental crap for now. See you later.