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Jul. 29th, 2016 01:18 pmOur eyes met briefly through the chain link fence as I passed the tennis courts and made my way up the hill towards the pavilion. Neither of us spoke, but there was a moment of hesitation before each of us continued on.
Seated at a table where I had a view of the park and surrounding neighborhood, my eyes were drawn again to the two figures in white moving about on the cracked and faded courts below.
One of the men was about my age while the other was some years older. And it was the second man, the older of the two, whose quizzical glance had caught my eye as I passed the courts.
Could it actually be, that the one I'd been calling "the other Bob," was now standing a mere hundred yards below me in the very place where I'd met them all, those many years ago? And did I have it in me to just walk up and say, "Excuse me, aren't you...?"
I'd spent some time on the internet and learned that, sadly, the one who had introduced us was gone. Had been for several years. Since then, I'd regretted not having walked to that door, two houses down from the park, and asked about him. Regretted also that I'd never queried the young woman whom I'd seen, on several occasions, walking the yellow dog.
Still seated at the pavilion, I wrote in the notebook that I'd been carrying again: "I need to get down there before they leave. This could be the chance that I missed with with Bob C."
So I gathered up my belongings and walked down the hill and said, through the chain link fence that enclosed the courts, "Excuse me, aren't you Bob H? Bob C. introduced us here, some years ago"
And, in fact, it was...
LPK
LiveJournal
7.29.2016
Seated at a table where I had a view of the park and surrounding neighborhood, my eyes were drawn again to the two figures in white moving about on the cracked and faded courts below.
One of the men was about my age while the other was some years older. And it was the second man, the older of the two, whose quizzical glance had caught my eye as I passed the courts.
Could it actually be, that the one I'd been calling "the other Bob," was now standing a mere hundred yards below me in the very place where I'd met them all, those many years ago? And did I have it in me to just walk up and say, "Excuse me, aren't you...?"
I'd spent some time on the internet and learned that, sadly, the one who had introduced us was gone. Had been for several years. Since then, I'd regretted not having walked to that door, two houses down from the park, and asked about him. Regretted also that I'd never queried the young woman whom I'd seen, on several occasions, walking the yellow dog.
Still seated at the pavilion, I wrote in the notebook that I'd been carrying again: "I need to get down there before they leave. This could be the chance that I missed with with Bob C."
So I gathered up my belongings and walked down the hill and said, through the chain link fence that enclosed the courts, "Excuse me, aren't you Bob H? Bob C. introduced us here, some years ago"
And, in fact, it was...
LPK
LiveJournal
7.29.2016
