Sean Maestri comes to visit

I have known Sean since I was about 10 (maybe earlier?). Our moms worked together so we attended company picinics and also went to Camp Southwind together. His older sister babysat me when I was younger and then later in life babysat me when I got too drunk at the bar up in Whistler, where we both lived for a time.

Sean comes out to Toronto all the time for work, and always cheers me up, mostly because he is never in a bad mood and is so happy-go-lucky. When we were in high school Sean and his friends, for their grad prank, dug a hole in the front yard of our school and put a volkswagen bus in the whole and poured in cement. It was quite a coo.