My friend, Stanley, normally resides in Portland, Oregon where I have lived for the past few years. He and I have also been buddies for a couple of years now and he is... well... different than most. He's one of my favorites, but he is also... well... short. About three feet to be exact. When we met, he claimed to be a Knight, but when I couldn't find him for a while, he popped back up and said his name is Stanley. It has been a rather "unique" friendship, but others seem to really like him. So, that's what is important to me.
After finding Stanley stowed away in my belongings after my move back to California, I thought I had found him a good home in Lodi, but I guess I was mistaken. It seems that Stanley has again been able to clone himself and thought this would be a good place. He said something about it being close to "home". I'm still not quite sure what he means by that. *shrugs shoulders* Oh well. He seems happy here too.
Stanley does enjoy meeting people and loves to hear their stories about their adventures, so don't forget to tell your "Stanley" story here too. He does have a bit of a problem this time, though. While he was talking to me, his tongue kept flapping around and he couldn't quite get it to work too well. If you meet and talk to Stanley, please help him get his tongue back in. I suggested he see someone about that, but he wouldn't have any of it. What can I say, I tried.
Ok, so it sounds like the start of a bad joke, but I'm pretty sure you'll get a good laugh when you see Stanley. Please make sure to tell me your story with Stanley too!
Signing on anything but the paper log will result in deletion of the log. Sorry to be party pooper on that, but I learned an important lesson on one like this.