I remember the car he was driving, an Infiniti. He was about 60 years old, a tall intellectual-looking guy. He had long hair -- the kind that made you think it grew out in the 70s and stayed that way, but now is back in style. He was wearing jeans and boots. I took him to be an entrepreneur of some kind, maybe a real estate developer.
He thought about my question for a moment. There was nothing unfriendly about him. And then his eyes lit up, like it dawned on him what a great idea that was. "I would really like that," he said after I explained my project. So I prayed for him. He thanked me, shaking my hand and looking me in the eye. As I started to walk away, he said, "That was really good."
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