Jack gave me a volume of poetry, a copy of Afternoon Delight (despite the fact that the song was written about a sandwich that’s not why Jack gave it to me), and a silver bracelet he’d bought in Germany. I still wear the bracelet.
Doug gave me an artificial rose that squirted the most horrible perfume I’ve ever smelled from it. The closest approximation I can come up with was when I was 11 and at the El Matador Restaurant here in San Antonio. For a quarter, you could get squirted with perfume from a vending machine in the bathroom. I had a quarter in my pocket, so I chose one of the four “scents” and got squirted. When I came out and sat at the table with my parents and their guests, I was immediately whisked back to the bathroom to be washed as much as possible in a sink. Evidently the perfume was a cross between dead skunk and eau de decaying lizard. Same with the rose.
David gave me tickets to a show I wanted to see. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find a babysitter, but it was the thought that counted. No, as broke as we were back then, it was the thought and the money.
Chuck gave me a watch. Unfortunately, I went on and on in a tirade the night before Valentine’s Day telling my friends that a guy gets a watch when he can’t think of anything else to get – and he heard, of course. I’ve since learned a lot: such as shutting up is appropriate, and being grateful for anything I receive.
Mike gave me the Gift of Mike, tied with a red bow. Or, as he liked to say, he was the gift who kept on giving.
I am so grateful to have known such great men in my life. Sometimes the gifts were goofy but they were always from the heart.
How about you? What gifts do you remember?