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Let's start with a picture from today. This is my uncle and Eamon goofing after dinner. They have been buddies since Eamon was able to speak full sentences. Eamon has a special knack for finding a suitable buddy wherever he might be. He assesses a new setting or situation by looking for the most obvious "dude" in the bunch (meaning the guy who looks like he will tickle, play ninja/Kung Fu, and tackle him if need be). He approaches this male like a jungle cat scoping out his fine catch for the day. That is until he bluntly pokes prods and teases him for a reaction with which he asses the dudeness of said male's character. If the Subject reacts with cranky demeanor, Eamon (gives him a funny look and) moves on to the next dude-like guy. This approach is nearly flawless, Eamon usually finds his guy and barely lets him come up for air until it's time to go. (I should note this has only backfired on one occasion when he found the right guy, but the dude had a baby who had just started walking. There was much confusion all around, but no one got hurt and Eamon eventually moved on to his next victim.)
I don't really worry about moving Eamon to California. In fact most of the time I think he was meant to live there. There will be plenty of Dudes to keep him busy, but thank goodness for the good 'ol standbys like Uncle Bob.