Long-time friend Scott Andersen came to visit this weekend. We hadn’t actually laid eyes on each other in nearly 20 years, but it seems like we picked up right where we left off.
My wife Abby had never met Scott and wanted to take him to dinner, so we dined at Papa Gjorgjo, the Italian restaurant in downtown Ada where Abby and I had our first date. Later, in private, both Abby and Scott said they liked each other.
On Saturday morning, we got some breakfast, then hit the range for some target shooting and some tactical drills.
At one point Scott asked me, almost incredulously, “So, are you happy?” Of course I answered without hesitation, “Yes.” Scott might have been hesitant in asking me this because he knew me best during a very unhappy time in my life, and although he has been in touch with me in recent hears, he’s never seen me with Abby, who is probably the biggest reason I am so happy.
When we were out about town, people kept saying hello to me, calling me by name, telling me how much they liked this picture or that in the newspaper, or just that they like my pictures. At one point Scott asked me, “How much did you pay these people to pretend they know you?” But of course, another reason I’m so happy is my relationship with my community, and I can’t remember the last time I was in a public place here and no one recognized me.
Scott got a huge kick out of staying in our RV, the Kokopelli. He was excited about it the moment he saw it, and said he got a great night of sleep in it.
Read Scott’s blog entry about the weekend here.
Scott and I had a great time, and I hope we can get together again soon.