It’s a Small, Small World
My Tucson days are growing shorter but brighter. Editorial assistant and special friend Norma joined me last Monday. Our first week together has been full.
On March 8 we will shuttle to Prescott to visit my brother Art then home from Phoenix March 11 to wait out winter.
Several encounters through the week reminded us we live in a small world after all. At the Minnesota potluck, we chatted with a woman whose sister lives just across Calvary Road from our Woodland Garden home. The Woodcarvers Club exhibit produced a man whose boyhood home one was one block from the Glendale Street house Elsie shared for 30 years. He remembered my policeman father.
At the Minnesota potluck, a man asked where I got my haircut. Billy’s Barbershop, I said. Thought so, he said. Looks like their work. He said, I visited Billy’s last week. An old gentleman pulled out a harmonica and Barber Billy left his chair, dug out his guitar, and played along. I recorded the performance on my cell phone.” I admitted I was the harmonica guy.
Jeff and Karen Huddleston drove us through the Saguaro National Park, and son Joel and Sue guided us through the sprawling Desert Museum. He rented a power scooter for me—my first such experience. In both parks we read page after page from God’s other book
Restaurants threaten to do us in. Wednesday night Joel and Sue hosted a late Valentine party. I gave Norma a belated valentine, a small pendant necklace. Last night Jeff and Karen took us to a casino restaurant, the fanciest, most expensive eatery I ever visited.
Norma enjoyed the Cactus Quilters prize-winner exhibit. For the second year in a row, Sue’s amazing handiwork won Best of Show. Her colorful purse took second place.
Saturday morning Norma browsed the crafts sale while I read up on trilobites in a coffee room publication. Crafts sales don’t grab me.
Daily trike rides through the Park (1,100 units) deepened our appreciation of respite from what’s going on in Minnesota. We are grateful for God’s gracious care ofhis elderly children.
Old Grandpa Lloyd