The Little Pika

I first met The Little Pika many years ago in the old country when I was still in high school and then we became friends a few years after that. He is one of the guys who has had the most influence on me. But why am I bringing this up know and here at this side of the globe? It's because he had recently became a resident of the US. I must add here that unlike many others, I'm not the one who has selected this nickname for him! This nickname was given to him by one of the guys in those years in the old country and I just translated that a bit and made it nicer! The literal meaning of the given nickname would be The Little Mouse but since I've seen the cute and little Pika of Alberta Rockies (More specifically during a hike in The Wedge), I decided to use that for him as it's nicer!

Anyways The Little Pika was contacted by me last Aug. when I still was at the CFLRS. He sounded dazed and confused (just like Led Zeppelin's song!) and was not able to talk much. So I let him go and then called him again a few days ago. He's now in Texas. We talked, or I should probably say, he talked, as mostly he did(!). for nearly 70 min.! He had so much trouble after he would to the US, as part of US Green Card Lottery, he said and even had to take medication! That's very different from The Little Pika I used to know and hang out in the old country. The Little Pika I used to spend time with in the old country, and that relationship was diluted (I'm not sure if I can use that term here!) a few years before my immigration, was a guy who traveled constantly, made lots of money, bought property, was a very charming and friendly guy and was always positive and happy. 

I was always welcomed at his place and every time we went out he generously paid for our meal. Nevertheless the hard time, when he was talking to me, sounded that took a toll of him. However he, as usual invited me over to spend time with him down in Texas and I'm not even going to say what city or town but if I get a chance I will definitely go and there will be posts about that. What's better than spending 10 days in the great State of Texas, with an old friend while you don't have to pay even a Penny for your accommodation? We'll see. 

(Photo: Unfortunately at the time I was hiking in The Wedge I didn't have my good camera. So all of the photos that I have taken from the cute Pika are small and not very clear. That is why I had to borrow this from the web)