(from a post I made on Facebook earlier….)
Again, at the grocery...buying things like bachelors do, one at a time, ya know?
In the checkout line behind an old fart who turns to me and says,
"Hello, young man!"
I'm NOT a young man, but I smiled and said, "I'm Ed."
He took my hand and shook it firmly... "I'm Frank."
So, as we waited in the checkout, I learned that Frank served in World War II and Korea.
"How old are you?" I asked, in my most shy demeanor (since I'm so shy)
"I'm 93...and still a bit spry!"
I smiled and he winked at me from a wrinkled old face but twinkling blue eyes.
We checked out and wandered into the grocery's parking lot together where we spent another 30 minutes with plastic grocery bags sagging in our hands talking and telling a lie or two to one another.
Eventually we part with good wishes to the each of us...he for his car, me for my truck, which, as it happened were across the driveway from one another.
As he opened his door, (I was watching), he turned and shouted across the drive as another shopper drove by, "You call me, young man! I could use good company!"
I smiled and waved..."Yes, sir!"
"Got the name?....Lander!"
"Yes, I think I can remember that!" and we waved at one another.
I sat in the driver's seat of my Ford as I watched him drive off, alone in his car, into the semi-darkness of the parking lot, bowed my head a bit and said out loud,
"Yes, Frank, I'll call...”