the picklebal twist

  1. A new game named pickleball came into pueblo thru the YMCA- ironically there was 8 of us showed up one day to check out this crazy game. Greg, John, Sammy, Clinton and I became the regular crew- John would talk a little smoke and deliver smoke in his specialty spinner serve. We all hung in there thru bad weather, bad health, questionable line calls and great times. Tall John was a delight to play with, I am short and he covered everything over my head-sometimes a bit close but always with a fun smile. I used to drive Platteville and have garage envy for a garage that was visible, years later I found out it was John’s garage. Inside the garage was pictures that held stories, inside the house the warm glow of Pat and Johns loving way of embracing friends. Life isn’t always easy- but John and Pat always took on the next adventure. Love you both. Rest in peace my friend.