So one more thing....I have lived in my neighborhood for 13 years and this old white man (not that it matters but I just like to add an illustration to my stories) used to live up on the corner house. He would always wave at me when I would walk in the spring - fall months every year. He would ask me to come and sit and talk to him when I had some time......Uhhh, never....because I was a little skeptical, until one day one of my neighbors, Mrs. Freda told me his wife had died a few years back and he was just lonely. So one day Kiersten and I were walking and he asked us to come and talk to him...I promised we would when we returned from our walk....2 hours later....he was still swinging in his bench waiting for our return....lol!! He wanted to take us inside his house and show us around!!! This man was pretty old and shaky so I figured me and Kiersten could take him if he tried to tie us up or anything...the whole house looked like a doll house and everything was old and untouched from when his wife was alive. One room was filled with Coca-Cola memorabilia. Another room was filled with dolls...but the whole house smelled like this poodle that his nephew bought him to keep him company after his wife died......... So, I started taking him plates when I would cook sometimes. At first , I thought, he is not going to know what to do with these greens.......to my surprise, he would eat it all and he was so grateful that I thought about him. Well in the last 8-10 months, I had not seen him. Back in December right after Christmas I stopped by his house to check on him. My friend checked his mailbox. No mail. Same lights on all day everyday for weeks. Then last week a sign was in his yard citing an auction open to the public. Today while I was out, I ran into some friends from when I worked at Ford Motor Co. They were asking about another house for sale in my neighborhood. I mentioned Mr. Bobs house and how we have lost three of the elderly people who had lived on my street for 20-30 years....Stanley told me that he actually painted Mr. Bobs house a while back. He also said that Mr. Bob was in a nursing home, but not sure of which one. He said that these 2 black women had ran off with his two trucks. I remember them always popping up when he got his Social Security check. One time , I stopped by to check on him and they were out in the yard doing a 52 fake-out on the yard.....I locked eyes with the older woman ...and we were both looking like 2 slicksters peeping each other out cause, you cant joke a joker and I was something else back in the day. She knew I knew what time It was....So after I finished talking to my friends and they walked away, I was like Lord, do I need to find Mr. Bob and see about his well being?.....You know I am in school with no full-time employment and no client right now. I do not have time to run around looking for nobody on an empty tank! (lol...)..If you want me to find him, then I need a sign in the form of money to get me by a little longer while I am looking.... .....I found some money today. Looks like I will be looking for Mr. Bob tomorrow. I dont even know his last name......smh. Good night.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 03:35:53 +0000
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