Shortly after my family moved from next door to Mr. and Mrs. Rolley to another small town in southern Illinois; I met a person who would be my best friend for many years. His name was "Zeke." Zeke wasn't his real name of course. He didn't like his real name because his dad had the same name and Zeke and his dad got along like hot grease and water. One day out of the blue someone called him 'Zeke'. He liked the name so much it stuck. Zeke and I hit it off right away and were like two peas in a pod. We liked the same things, chased the same women when we got older, and even fought with each other over the least little thing, but we never stayed angry with each other for very long and it wouldn't be long before we would be best buddies again. We were wild and carefree kids by nature and didn't care who knew it or liked it. It seemed like most of the young people liked us well enough because we were never without company for very long. I can't say the same for the older generation because they never knew what we would do next. My parents generation called us "rebels" and "hell on wheels" an "accident waiting to happen".

When things became mundane in our little town which was most of the time, Zeke would go to great pains to create some excitement. This often resulted in his dad receiving a late night phone call telling him, "Zeke did this", or "Zeke did that", "you need to come down here and get him before he gets into real trouble." His dad would crawl out of bed and go get Zeke, take him home, whip his butt, and tell him not to do whatever it was that Zeke did that time. The older generation couldn't see it, but the only problem Zeke had was he believed life was his castle, and he lived every waking moment of his life filling every room with laughter and joy. This sometimes irritated my parents generation because they had forgotten they had once did the same kinds of things. Now that they were older and past the fun stage of their life, they had become critics of his antics instead of enjoying the pranks he would do.

Zeke may have been funny to our generation, a headache to my parents generation, but to me he was a great teacher in his own right. He may not have known he was teaching those of us who were observers of people and studied why people do the things they do. I learned from Zeke that you don't have to settle for the better off forgotten mundane things life throws your way. With a little creativity on your part you can grab the bulls in life by the horns so to speak and change any situation into a meaningful experience that will be long remembered by your family and friends. OTBP