It's Never Too Late Too Have The Past You Want
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As Leeza leaned close, to pass me my salad, she whispered in my ear, "Oh my God. Now I remember them. They were the people that tried to pet the Cougar!"
She straightened to return the cart, but I motioned her back down.
Turning away from the group, I in turn whispered, "Oh my God! They were the ones trying to take a picture of the bear when we went for a ride!"
I stared at Leeza. Leeza stared at me. We turned in perfect synchronization and looked at the couple from Denmark. So did everyone else at the table.
"That was YOU?" Jackie asked.
The couple looked at each other for a moment. The couples language flowed between the two like electric arcs on a Jacob's Ladder.
"Ya," he said with mild confusion. "Did ve do sumting wrong?" he asked the group.
Before, and probably for the best, I could say anything, Jackie said, "Well not wrong. It's just I was really worried about you. You guys stood really close to that bear for a long time."
"Oh ya. It vas a nice bear. Big rump." He smiled.
"Umm . . . ," I said, "weren't you a little worried?"
He wrinkled his brow. "Vat? About da bear?"
Dear lord. I think I just discovered what it's like to be on the other end of a conversation with me. I heartily apologize for your childhood. I looked around the table to see if anyone else was going to step up to the plate, but they were either shell-shocked by the casual attitude of the Danish man, or, more than likely, full on yellow-bellied chickens. Fine. If it was up to me then so be it.
"Well," I said, "Yeah. You know, inches from a grizzly and all that."
"Pffffttttt." said the woman from Denmark with a dismissive wave of her hand. "De bear knew ve vasn't going to hurt her." She looked around the table as if this statement should satisfy everyone's concern. "Am I right Eric?"
Evidently Eric was her husband's name. Good to know. Yet, in my heart he had firmly been established as ‘Danish Man’. I'm sure that in years to come I will forget most of this episode and simply recall that I spent some time with a guy that made breakfast pastries in the shapes of bears. Memory is a funny thing. No wait! Not in the shape of bears - Bearclaws! That's it!
Ah. . . mis-remembrances. It's never too late to have the past you want.
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As Leeza leaned close, to pass me my salad, she whispered in my ear, "Oh my God. Now I remember them. They were the people that tried to pet the Cougar!"
She straightened to return the cart, but I motioned her back down.
Turning away from the group, I in turn whispered, "Oh my God! They were the ones trying to take a picture of the bear when we went for a ride!"
I stared at Leeza. Leeza stared at me. We turned in perfect synchronization and looked at the couple from Denmark. So did everyone else at the table.
"That was YOU?" Jackie asked.
The couple looked at each other for a moment. The couples language flowed between the two like electric arcs on a Jacob's Ladder.
"Ya," he said with mild confusion. "Did ve do sumting wrong?" he asked the group.
Before, and probably for the best, I could say anything, Jackie said, "Well not wrong. It's just I was really worried about you. You guys stood really close to that bear for a long time."
"Oh ya. It vas a nice bear. Big rump." He smiled.
"Umm . . . ," I said, "weren't you a little worried?"
He wrinkled his brow. "Vat? About da bear?"
Dear lord. I think I just discovered what it's like to be on the other end of a conversation with me. I heartily apologize for your childhood. I looked around the table to see if anyone else was going to step up to the plate, but they were either shell-shocked by the casual attitude of the Danish man, or, more than likely, full on yellow-bellied chickens. Fine. If it was up to me then so be it.
"Well," I said, "Yeah. You know, inches from a grizzly and all that."
"Pffffttttt." said the woman from Denmark with a dismissive wave of her hand. "De bear knew ve vasn't going to hurt her." She looked around the table as if this statement should satisfy everyone's concern. "Am I right Eric?"
Evidently Eric was her husband's name. Good to know. Yet, in my heart he had firmly been established as ‘Danish Man’. I'm sure that in years to come I will forget most of this episode and simply recall that I spent some time with a guy that made breakfast pastries in the shapes of bears. Memory is a funny thing. No wait! Not in the shape of bears - Bearclaws! That's it!
Ah. . . mis-remembrances. It's never too late to have the past you want.
Buy The Book At Amazon! $15.95
Kindle Version $ 4.99
Nook $4.99c
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