While Steph and Tasha were visiting this morning, another neighbor came calling. We heard the Harley fire up a few sites down... the leather-clad rider pulled up in front of our site, stopped, turned the bike off and walked towards us.
"Hi, I'm your neighbor, Don. Just wondering what kind of bikes you have under those covers."
There may have been some chuckling from the female side of the family when I said, "Honda scooters! Wanna go riding sometime?"
OK, he chuckled, too. We visited for a bit, he wished us all a good day, and rode away. Well, we heard his bike shut off again less than a block away... maybe he found someone else to go riding? ;-)
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We had lunch again today with Mark and Cindy, our friends from our days back in Sioux City. They are a great couple. It is a treat to catch up some more, and trade stories about cats, eulogies, laundering fluffy items (really, Cindy, your secret is safe with us), kids, travel, work... and whatever else comes up. You know people who can go years without seeing each other, and pick right up where you left off next time you are together? That's how we feel about these two. Mark and I played in bands together. After college, we both started grown-up careers. They have lived all over and are settled here. We joked about senior discounts, but these two look like the models for an ad for "an active adult lifestyle." Fit and sharp-looking.
I left my camera in the truck - next time, really.
Cindy brought her copy of my book and had me sign it. I think she was waiting for me to write something smart-ass... "Old friends are the best friends." Well, they aren't old, but we have been friends for a lot of years.
(Definition of old: fifteen years older than you are currently)
Can't believe we are down to our last 10 days here - the time has gone by so fast. Ummm, that may be another definition of getting older. ;-)
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