"Did you like my book?" asked Sheree. (Our lives, both of them, revolve around The Books lately.)
"Yes. I did. Good book. Except for the mushy parts," replied our friend J.
We laugh out loud. J calls them like he sees them. There are many interesting things about him...not the least of which is his absolute sincerity, often wrapped up in a dry, dry sense of humor you really have to be listening for.
This is a guy who telephones from his truck parked outside our house to ask if we want to join him for dinner, take a crossbow lesson or photograph ghost towns.
J joined our grandson and us for brunch this afternoon. When Caedmon wasn't sure where the desserts were, J walked him over there. We watched as the kid returned wide-eyed with a freaking dinner plate piled HIGH with slabs of cake, pie, squares and a bunch of custard stuff. We're talking PILED. Small countries could live on the contents of that plate alone for a couple of weeks.
"You try a little of everything," J told him. "That way when you go back you know what you want more of."
Like Sheree, J prefers to eat his dessert first. So far neither one has had any trouble from the Dinner Police...
Caedmon liked J and talked about him long after he'd left. High praise indeed from this little guy.
This image is for you, J. May you stay safe. May you walk always with courage and honor. May you always accomplish precisely what you have set out to do.
This shot is from Africa, which is appropriate. It's in the mysterious Drakensberg mountains, more often than not, shrouded in mist...which is also kind of appropriate.
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