Jeff Blanchard a.k.a. Bubba is my friend. we've been friends ever since we first met in 2004. i was his boss for a while, then he became my boss for a while. then that scoundrel became everybody's boss that worked in a store crossed the city of jax. i believe that position done him more damage than good. although, he was making good money.
the problem with that job was the fact that he was under direct command of two of the evilest sinister pieces of crap, that ever rose their ugly head out of the Salvation Army. these two changed my opinion of the S.A. forever. now, i know that every organization has corruption inside of it some where, but these two were something else.
this post should be about Jeff, and i will not focus my time on this two evil men anymore. all I'm really trying to say is the fact that having this job changed my buddy for a while. all of a sudden he was making his mark on the world at a heavy price. we did stay in contact for a couple years by e-mail, but our communication grew more distant, as the months went by.
i guess as usual i'll be jumping around a little. my focus is pretty much directional on what happening at the present. Jeff has a beautiful solid white cat. do you even realize how unique it is to have a solid white kitty? most of them has a streak of some other color in them. i can't tell you her name. actually, i don't think that she has one, because i've never heard bubba call her the same name twice.
i'm was sitting here with the door open this morning writing this blog, and off of a sudden she came in, and started talking. i assumed that she was hungry. i went into the kitchen to grab a can of tuna from the pantry, and she just followed me still justa jabbering. this was a special moment for me, because she really don't care nothing about being closely around me, except those days that bubba visits his mom for a couple days, and i feed her.
yep,.........that's right,............bubba is a momma's boy, and there ain't nothing wrong with a full grown man who loves his mother. actually, your mother was your first love no matter who you are if you was around her. my mother left this earth a few years ago, and i still miss her. it's heart-breaking to lose your mom, and i don't think that you ever really get over it.
a little bit about bubba's mother. i can't tell the story of " the great Jeff Blanchard," that's what he calls himself every now and then. it's funny,.........every once in a while I'll be sitting in the house, and hear this roaring voice coming from outside,..............." i am the great Jeff Blanchard!!" i think this is funny, but then again, i think that everything is funny.
now,..........back to the mother,............i have no idea what her first name is. i simply call her Mrs. Blanchard out of total respect for her. you have to remember that i was raised in a time that parents still taught manners, and out of love they would still beat them into you if you were a knuckle-head!!
this time for real,...........MRS. Blanchard is a beautiful woman inside and out. i like to be around her, because she makes me feel good about myself. she has a beautiful face, and hair that i can't explain to give her justice. it's kinda white, or a beautiful Gray tone with a small essence of a blue tone to it. never have i seen a hair out of place either. actually,........i don't think that I've ever saw this color on another woman. maybe it's that good aurora that shines around her head that gives her hair that special glow!! i probably hadn't saw her in the past 5 years maybe, and i stood in front of her, and the first thing that popped from my lips was, " goodness,...you don't age at all." bubba finally told me last night that the reason for her not aging was that Cherokee blood in her. well,.......whatever that it is, it's surly working for her.
i guess that i couldn't tell the story of my friend without giving you these details of his life. because these simple details define who the man really is. now you know that Jeff has two very important thing going on in his life, or actually just one of the most important aspect that can define a man,.........love. he loves his kitty, and she loves him back, and he has a wonderful loving relationship with his mom.
i never did tell you what really make Jeff the man that he is....... did i? it's all about the love once again. the ultimate love that can twist a man into knots, and he spring forth into something that's desirable. Jeff is a Christian. now,.........i'm not going to be found guilty of judging his relationship with God. all that i can say is that he has one, and he is human. he makes mistakes like the rest of us, and he does great things to help people. this is my favorite thing about bubba. the fact that he is a Christian.
he has morals that only a Christian can have. he has a big heart, and will help people out at the drop of a dime. if the Salvation Army actually knew how many people that bubba , and myself gave stuff that people couldn't afford it, and lowered the prices on things that they couldn't afford...........they would have fired us long ago. we figured if the S.A. army was going to hide behind the ministry tax break, that we would turn it into a ministry. it would be hard to say how many people came in the store with bare feet, and walked out with shoes. homeless Ed walked in there darn near naked, and walked out fully clothed. we've also been guilty of blessing single mothers with way too many kids with prices low enough that she could clothe them all for school. have you ever seen the face of joy that comes on a woman when you lower the prices on a set of bunk beads, so her kids could sleep on a bed, instead of on the floor? that the real bubba!! Bubba,.......please stand up and take a bow!! you deserve it for valuing people more than money!!! that makes you my hero!!
now,......i guess that you can see by now that me, and Jeff has a lot in common. one more thing that we had in common was the fact that we both were musicians. Jeff still is. unfortunately i swapped all my skill for the last hit of cocaine in my life. i had a stroke, and lost my rhythm. what an unfair deal......huh? the strange thing is that we think that it will never happen to us,..........bummer!!
Jeff has gotten better over the years. he has his own unique style of playing. he plays from his very large loving heart. he records everything himself, and plays all the instruments that you hear on his Cd's. the lyrics are strange to say the least, and he writes those also. he even does all the vocals.
i never really realized the talent that he possesses. he is a musician slowing coming into his own. i think that he is more popular in Canada, and Australia than here in America, but that will change when the time is right. sometimes people will request on of his Cd's,.............and check this out!!...................he mails them off, and only charges the recipient .38. i ask him why one day, and this was his answer,............" right now money don't mean a thing. i just want to be heard. i play from my heart, and i write from my heart. what kind of value can you put on that anyway?"
you know,............that is my friend!! the one that values people far above profit. the one with the heart of the lion.. his recording name is under Indian Blood. check his out on the WWW. just type in Jeff Blanchard, and see all that pops up.
i didn't really think that the real bubba would stand up, so i just gave him a boost with my blog. sometimes i feel that he is simply too humble, but that's a great quality to have in this day and age.
.........................much love
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