Looking For Bobby
One conversation, sort of, that took place when we “good old boys” got together for a beer Tuesday night:
Neal: Did anybody see Bobby McXxxxxx at the Varner’s Reunion?
Me: I saw Bobby!
Other people” I saw Bobby too!
Neal: Well, I wonder why I didn’t see him?
When I saw Bobby McXxxxxx he was walking by our table while we were eating. I thought as always when we crossed paths we would pause and talk to each other… I would ask him about the latest Mustang he was rebuilding and he would say something nice about my blog.
This time he didn’t have time for that. I wasn’t in his focus. He briefly spoke and moved on.
Now I think I know why. He must have been hiding from Neal.