DavidG wrote:<snip>
So, Mikado, was this blue the kind of guy who would do some of the things Linda says he does, and would he align with a person such as her in your opinion?
A shame if he would be the guy to fall prey to Lindas odd form of self immolation, and she was making his reputation sour with her sock puppetry.
The real blue should come here and clear the air? I think so.
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Blue is not the kind of guy that would do the things that Linda claims.
Linda was infatuated with Dave ever since High School. In fact, he was a thorn in Georges' side for a good while as far as Linda mentioned. She claimed whenever his name came up, George would get jealous and saw him as a threat. I have no clue if this is true or not and that is predicated upon other stories told and not true.
Without going into too much detail, Dave never was a master spy. He is a reformed alcholic, a reformed drug user and sometime pot smoker. He lived on the streets of Phoenixville and camped, all year round along the Pickering creek for a while. When his parents farm was sold to a developer, he stayed in the house for a period, without power or water and then moved into the barn. He claimed to have done this for several years. He further claimed to have had a CDL license and driven truck for Swift Transportation. Why he didn't continue in that profession I can readily see.
As far as hooking up with Linda, she is a step up for him from the life he was living.
I liked Dave and found him to be a good conversationalist. He was funny and quick with his wit. He was a cheap skate and very frugal. He was not a generous type of person and had no problem eating in front of someone or in one instance, we were in a restaurant and Andrew Bolland was there. We were having a good conversation going and as happens, when someone is talking, their food is not being eaten. Dave just reached across and took Andrew's plate and started eating....he never asked, he just took it. Funny in a way but sad in another.
He was invited to a family picnic on July 4th and decided to bring someone along. It was a woman from the boarding house he was living at. She came partially drunk and completed her load here cause there was free beer. She made an ass out of herself and infuriated and upset Kim by talking about her deceased son. Her advice was not what I would call...appropriate. We were very glad to see her leave. However, the night ended very well with Pladuim, my Dad and I drinking up lemon cello and eating whiskey cheeries, not that it has a bearing on the story but that we saved the "good" stuff until later.
As to being a Master Spy.....only in growing his pot and keeping it from the police.
Does any of this help?
Mikado
