We had quite an interesting thing happen yesterday afternoon....something quite "extra-ordinary" in our "ordinary" lives. I had actually just finished doing my Shred workout (ugh), and was planning to hop in the shower when the doorbell rang, then it rang again.
I figured it must be the neighborhood kids, because I don't have many people come to the door during the day. I peeked through the peep hole (as I always do) and standing on my front porch was a VERY old man with a cane. Interesting. The poor older man must have gotten lost looking for someone's house. I didn't mind opening the door, as I didn't feel a threat.
I opened the door to find a tall, slightly hunched older man in polyester tan pants with coordinating suspenders that held them just an inch or two above his neat and tidy brown shoes. He had on a long sleeve button down shirt and a bright colored tie with "Tabasco" bottles on it. His smile caught me right away. It was big and "fun", for lack of another word. His eyes twinkled as he began to speak.
He and his wife were in town visiting a friend in our neighborhood and they happen to be looking for an RV, he thought maybe ours was for sale (it was in the driveway). I informed him that it wasn't, and we were just doing some work to it. We chatted a bit about the comfort of that particular model and I couldn't help but marvel inside at this QUITE old man wanting to go on an RV trip???? As we chatted he continually got closer to my screen door (no doubt hard of hearing), but the smile on his face never waned. He began to ask "technical" questions about gas mileage and such, to which I replied "Hubby is the expert in that field". I informed him that my husband would be home soon, and to come on back by when he saw the police car in the driveway. His eyes lit up.
"Oh! Your husband is an officer?....I played a detective once YEARS ago in a movie" (insert adorable grin and a "hee hee hee". Really? Huh.
He didn't seem to want to leave, and we chatted some more, I didn't seem to WANT him to leave either...he was interesting to say the least. He finally decided he would stop back by later when he saw the Police car, and told me his name was "John".
When Hubby came home, I informed him of the intersting visitor, and that he would be stopping by to ask some "questions". In an hour or two, as Mike was working on the RV, John arrived.
In the course of no less than an hour, we had heard so many fascinating stories about going nearly getting thrown in prison in Somalia for no reason at all, wild animals, deserts, travelling all over the word as an entertainer, etc. We met his wife and learned that this man would be 99 in just 3 months, born in 1911...WOW! And he's out RV shopping???? LOLOL...wow.
As he chatted, with my husband, his wife came around the corner (she had dropped him off), I went to the car to say hello. She was obviously older, the grey strands in her hair showed that, and the sound of her voice. But she was beautiful...really beautiful! Her skin was nearly wrinkle-free and flawless, and she had the sweetest twinkle in her eye and lovliest smile. She came out to talk with us, and standing by her husband (who must have been over 6 ft in his "day"), appeared so very tiny, maybe 5 feet tall. They were adorable together, just adorable...and we began to learn even more about his life, his travels and his occupation. He was a magician by trade...not unlike the kind you see in Broadway shows, or Vegas.
After talking and laughing and even hugging they decided to head on their way, letting us know that if we were ever in Kentucky, we would be their guests and they would show us all the great caves in that area. Leading her husband toward the car, Tammie turned and said, "You can "Google" him"... (insert adorable giggle here)..."John Calvert Magic". So after they drove away, I went inside and did just that, and this is what I found.
I don't know about you, but people like this don't just show up on my doorstep every day. How cool is that? LOLOLOL
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