He was a big guy. Long black hair. A goatee, streaked with gray, that stretched down to his chest. He wore a black Harley Davidson t-shirt. He was cleaning the windows of a white Suburban when I stopped him. He had a scowl on his face. I asked my question. He thought about it for just a moment, stuck out his hand -- "That's alright" -- and then walked away.
chris. i'm caught up on reading now. love reading people's responses.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Loren! Can't believe it's already getting down toward the end of it.
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