This is Dolores. 

She works the graveyard shift at the Roanoke Rapids, Virginia Pancake House.  I thought I was there to eat a quick breakfast and head back onto the road on my trip up to Rhode Island.  What I didn’t expect was that along with the pancakes and eggs, I would get a pretty big helping of down-home wisdom. 

Dolores was a philosopher dressed as a waitress.  “I was married 17 years and we just fell out of love,” she said.  “He wasn’t a bad person, in fact, he’s a really nice guy.  We still see each other.  It’s a shame, but sometimes it just happens.” 

Dolores told me that she has four children, so our conversation eventually centered on how difficult parenting can be.  “You know,” she said, “sometimes you just have to let them go.”  Then she added “but I’ll always be there for them if they need me.”  Dolores serves pancakes and wisdom.  And love.   Thanks Dolores. 

I left with both stomach and heart full.

This is Charlie and David.

I met Charlie at the local dog park. 

I had been watching the dogs running and playing - chasing after one another,

Charlie came over and sat down on the bench with me – thankful to have someplace out of the sun and 90 degree weather.  He seemed kind, but a bit distracted.  I asked his name.  He turned and looked at me, then looked away.

“His name is Charlie,” said David who also sat next to me. 

Charlie seemed to regain his breath and went off for another round of “I’ll bark at you, you chase me, and then I’ll rush back to my owner.”

David told me that he was a writer and was working on selling his movie script.  Yeah, sure, I thought.  I asked him what he had written and he rattled off the names of a few books (all of which I later found on the shelves of our library).  By the way, you might want to check them out - On Ice, The Gravity of Shadows, and Thief of Light.  All thrillers, all based upon the seedy part of life.

It was time to go, so I gave Charlie a scratch behind the ears, said goodbye to David, and walked away.  When I turned back, Charlie was smelling another dog.  He was a writer’s dog.  A dog that used his nose like his owner used words – to explore the underbelly of life.



[update:  I just finished reading The Gravity Of Shadows.  Wow!   David is a really good writer!  - You can be sure that I'm going to read his others.]

This is Robert.  I met Robert when I stopped to browse a Western boot and hat store in Sedona, Arizona.  Robert told me that he had originally been an accountant “not because I liked it, but because numbers were easy for me.”

Looking around the shop, I noticed a book on the counter with a small sign saying that the book was signed by the author.  Then I noticed Robert’s picture on the sign.  “You wrote this book?” I asked.  Robert’s face lit up as he began to tell me about the book.  He excitedly told me that he had received phone calls from people who were so taken with his story and it’s characters, that they asked him to write a sequel.

I asked Robert if he was a cowboy.  He smiled and answered, “Just a dime store desperado from Doodlebug Ranch.”  I liked Robert.  He was friendly, self-effacing, and kind.  He found his calling, not in numbers, but in words.

Robert is a renaissance man.  A renaissance man from Doodlebug Ranch.  BTW – check out his book at http://grasshopperflatssedona.com/index.htm

This is Roland.  Lynn and I met Roland as we were standing on the beach in Highland Beach, Florida.  He was very friendly and personable.  He said that he had been born in Egypt but moved to the United States when he was seventeen

After we talked for a while, we invited him to see our condo (as he was interested in real estate in the area).  Later he invited us over to his place and  suggested that we email him to set up a time for lunch.

I asked him for his email address, but neither of us had anything to write on.  "Just Google my name," he said.  I laughed and said that there must be thousands of Roland _________s on Google (it's a very common last name).  He responded "Well, I'm kinda famous.  I should be the first entry that comes up."  I asked what he did for a living and he told me that he was a physicist.

Later that evening, I 'Googled' Roland.  His was not only the first entry, but the second, third, fourth...!  Then I downloaded his 17 page resume.

Hmmmm....  I just met someone famous "along the way."

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This is Israel.  I met Israel as he was walking along the boardwalk of a local nature preserve. He carried a pair of binoculars and asked if I had seen a Bittern (a small bird). "I know there are a few here" he said, "but I haven't been able to see one. My eyes just aren't what they used to be."

Israel said that he was 89 years old. When I asked what he had done before retiring, he said "I used to teach advanced mathematics to graduate students." "You mean theoretical mathematics," I asked? "Yep" he said.

This piqued my interest, as some theoretical mathematicians work at defining the very boundaries of reality (at least that's my romantic interpretation of their work).

So, here is Israel who once worked at defining and looking for the limits of the physical universe.

Now he is looking for a Bittern.