This is a picture of Leland Ray, myself and Charlie the summer before Katrina. My wife and I were on our way to the Gulf and I emailed Charlie about the chance of us meeting. He brought Leland Ray along as his backup. I think he was hesitant to meet a yankee.
Gawd, what a motley crew! Max, I promise to keep Charlie out of trouble (more or less, maybe), and I got some plans for him. We've talked about opening a business but have no idea what kind; we were thinking about a pawn shop dealing exclusively in stolen power tools, but we haven't figured out how to make a (legal) profit. Then there was the adult magazine, "Naked Perps and Cops in Drag," but we were, uh, "encouraged" not to go that route.
I've known Charlie since the beginning of my senior year of high school about 41 years ago, so I remember him when he was skinny, and I'll be damned if there are more than five or ten folks left in Forrest County who can say that. He's given me good advice on a couple of occasions, and I've taken it at times, and I've backed him up in a couple of potentially sticky situations, most notably "The Night of the Slow Draw Holster," when we were confronted by over half a dozen meth heads in a darkened trailer park. We were just looking for a poker game and took a wrong turn, fer gawdssake! And we've driven non-stop to Vegas together, which I have to admit was just about the most fun I've had in the last twenty years. (There was that little Cherokee girl, but I was married to her for a while, so that doesn't really count as "fun.")
If and when the weather warms up some, I'm going to go grab Charlie so we can go hunting a spare microwave or washing machine to perforate, and it's been a long time since we hit the buffet at the Movie Star over in Oak Grove. Not that our waistlines can stand it, but I'll risk it if he will.
Charlie, it's been real. Let's cause some trouble now.