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1. ) Tempting. But … no.
I sit next to him in the bleachers.
He is squinting in the blazing sunlight, shading his eyes with his hand. Because his hat is on backwards ...
He smiles. “Hi. My name’s Pete.”
You are not very bright, are you, Pete? I think to myself.
I like that in a man…
Conversation on a Plane
Are you going to Miami for business or pleasure?
Well, we always hope for pleasure, don’t we?
Absolutely.
What’s your name?
Valentine. Valentine Blue.
Unusual name.
Yeah. You know — my mother’s idea. 1969.
Right. I was born in that era, too.
What’s your name?
Mystree Rider.
Aw, jeez. That’s hard..
Hat: nah, I like them right even, with miles ahead in some directions, lagging where I excell. It makes a full genius with two brains and double lists of skills, a very good life.
Names: I missed that by 20 years early. I remember that silliness about when my daughter was born. ...had my grown-up brains installed well before that.
What a pair of stories, here. Love the guy in the hat one, had us both laughing!