Ring goes the door bell, brrring....brringggg! I rush to the door pulling on my pants as I go, not a nudist but I typically are minimally clothed when I get up for my morning coffee such I am. Figuring the pusher of the doorbell MUST be the new (third) stove having arrived I openned the door. I looked and stared and the brain reeled! My Gawd! Steve! My olde friend Steve, long a companion via email, he my buddy from days in the distant past. Amazing! "Come in, come in!", I didn't know whether to shit or go blind! (pardon the expresion please) A complete surprise of the best kind! And it was just as though we had seen each other yesterday though it has been at least 28 years since these eyes have laid actual SIGHT on him! We aren't the same age anymore. I last saw him in Seattle in the spring of 1980 when I had my son Mike with me coming back from a CDC school in Minneapolis. I stopped to see how my old buddy Steve was and found him well and busy running a computer maintenance service. We stayed a couple of days and then climbed back on the train to SF. Now here he was at my kitchen table all chatty and in healthy looking happiness. We spoke of our kids and reviewed our present lives against each others, in depth soulful talk about families and kids and work and play. All good. I married him and his first wife Sherry on a cliff high above Stinson Beach long before his first children arrived. Now he has many children scattered like chaff throughout America and grandbabies too, like Kelly and I. Oh how time flies when your having fun! We chatted away for a couple of hours and many cups of strong black coffee from our Jura Espresso maker. Somehow the talk got off onto Energy, it's cost and how cold we keep our houses...and we soon found ourselves on Highway 12 headed towards Rio Vista to see the Wind farm at Colinsville. Amazing these things are, A hundred feet tall to the generator with blades 75 and 100 feet long, three of them, graceful and quiet almost supernatural, certainly otherworldly. We got out of the Prius and stared at the towers and spoke of how beautiful they were in this rolling scenery. Then back into the car and along the winding dirt road to spy a sheep farm filled with ewes and thier little lamb charges.
Wonderful! So very cute and frisky! Steve took photos with his cell phone and we headed back to Suisun.
I gave him a cup or so of sourdough starter and my recipe for Whole Weed Nut Bread (not sour dough) to use in his bread machine. And amid many goodbye and so longs and promises to visit again he was gone. What a wonderful thing friendship is. Thanks Steve, thanks!
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