So last night, Johnnie came by for a visit. He was back from Philly visiting his family for the holidays. We went out to eat at Montezumas (YUM!) and he did an incredibly evil thing. On it tablet, he was showing me Angry Birds....and now I'm addicted. So much so that I've got the app on my iPhone and even paid 99 cents for it. I hate myself.
But Johnnie was looking good, and he had a beard, which was something, cause he's never someone I ever thought of as being able to grow facial hair. Although upon further inspection, I realized it was kinda patchy and obviously just there cause he didn't feel like shaving for two weeks, not because he was consciously growing a beard. And he confirmed that assessment.
He's submitted his thesis, so after he "defends" (?) it and goes through a graduation ceremony, he will be a Doctor. Doctor Johnnie. Now I just have to wait for him to call me and tell me he's sick and I can call him Dr. Johnnie Fever!!!! (Here's the link for all of those of you under 35 who have no idea what I'm talking about. Go ahead, check it out, I'll wait)
It's crazy to think that Johnnie, little Johnnie, MY lil Johnnie is gonna be a Doctor. Not a medical one, no, but a Doctor nonetheless. He'll have a PhD to hang on his wall. He's got a job at a college in Chicago, doing what he's doing now, but making more money. So that's good, but Chicago's quite a bit more distant than Philly, so I don't know when I'll see him again. Which is sad. But there's phones and email and stuff. And we only really saw each other at Christmas anyway.
I tried to get out of him what he acutally does. And he told me, but after the first words "I research Pharmaceutical proteins..." everything else was words I had never heard before and couldn't comprehend. Apparently its something about research into which proteins help which pharmaceuticals do thier jobs better. Or something like that. Whatever it is, it's YEARS beyond anything my mind can comprehend. He showed me, on the tablet, one of the proteins he was working on. It looked like a 3D picture of a small pile of different streamers and confetti. So yeah, I got no idea. I just have to take it at face value that what he's saying actually makes sense.
But we didnt' discuss just this high-falutin' stuff. We talked football, politics, society in general, Kris, the religion he converted to (Ba'Hai....or something like that), and his future. And of course, Angry Birds. A really good time, as usual.
So, yeah, I've no idea when I'll see him again, but I know he's really gonna go somewhere and do something important. And I'll be able to say, "I knew him when. Back when he was a shy backward sixteen year old that just moved to the area and had no friends."
POLT
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