Talking to Tim

Tim was my student aide at least two of his four years of high school, and he was a student of mine in at least three different classes. This past school year, Tim and I both left Tri-Central. He graduated, and I retired. Tim joined the Navy, and I embraced the sweet life.

Tim is now stationed in Groton, CT, the sub-marine capital of the world. He and I are keeping in touch, and I have a picture of Tim in his uniform in a small frame-magnet on my refrigerator. Lately, I noticed that I've been talking to Tim--or at least his picture on my fridge anyway. Call it crazy if you will, but here are some of the comments the picture has received:


Morning, Tim. Whatta ya want for breakfast?

Damn, are we outta milk again?

Would you let the dog out please? I'm busy.

Hey, mind your business. I will eat what I damn well please!

Why don't you play a tune, Tim--or did you forget your guitar?


What are you lookin' at, dumbass?!

Are you gonna help with these dishes or not?

Answer the phone, Tim. My hands are wet!

Heard any good jokes lately?

I wonder how everyone is doing over at good ol' Tri-Central.


Now where in the hell are you stationed? I keep forgetting.

Do you know where my glasses are?

What day is it?

It would be nice if you could put away some of these groceries!

Oh, I don't wanna cook supper. You're not hungry anyway, are you?


Okay, who left this half-eaten sandwich in here?!

How come I haven't seen you on facebook lately?

I am so pissed! You wanna know what I just stepped in?!

What time is it?

What's the dog barking at?


Oh, I think I splattered a little mustard on you there! Sorry!

I need coffee! Now!

Damn, I was your age just a day or two ago.

Why is all this stuff on top of the refrigerator?

How are you doing, Tim?


Thanks for serving our great nation, Tim.

God bless you, Tim

Stay safe, Tim.

Love you, Tim.

G'night, Tim.