I met "Bambi" once. It must have been sometime in 1980. After living in New Orleans for ten years my family decided to move back to California. My dad had just gotten a new job in California and my family moved from New Orleans. My parents and younger sisters settled in La Mesa, CA (a San Diego 'burb). I had my own apartment but was looking for other things to do in my life.
In the San Diego Newspaper there was an ad for a hotel in the high Sierras. The hotel was looking for kitchen help. I applied. I had always wanted to move to the mountains. I wanted to get back to the hills. So I applied. I had four years experience as a fry cook and I was hired.
I loaded all of my belongings into the back of my new old pickup truck and moved to Lake Tahoe. People asked me if I was afraid to make such a move. I think I was just to young and stupid to know there should be fear involved. I had no problem. I thought this is what people do all the time.
I started work in late August 1979 at the big coffee shop in the hotel. A few months later I was transferred to the New York Deli. In the New York Deli I met Bob. Bob was the lead cook and we became fast friends. He was from Montana and I told him I had always wanted to go there. I loved mountains and wanted to hike and fish.
Bob became a mentor to me. He became my best friend. He was later to be the best man at my wedding. But Bob was always a jokester. We would play practical jokes on each other all the time.