I had kind of give up on writing a book/story for a while. I've been working on my
daddy blog and it is taking care of all of my writing desires recently.
Yesterday, I had a flash of an moment in my past out of nowhere. When I was in tech school in Monterey, CA back in '96, I spent Thanksgiving alone. Almost everybody else went home for the holiday. I went down to a bar and met this older civilian couple. They were in their 50s. I was 21.
We hit it off instantly and were talking and laughing all night while listening to a cool reggae band.
They found out that I would be spending the next day, Thanksgiving alone on base eating some lame food in the food hall. That was unacceptable. They invited me over for Thanksgiving with them.
But, there were some problems. They couldn't drop me off at base because I had no real way of contacting them the next day. This is pre cell phones everywhere. So they let me spend the night. Then drove me home so I could shower and change the next morning. Then drove me back to their house to eat all day with them.
Amazing story right there.
But, it was a little more bizarre. They had a daughter that was 19. We flirted for a few days afterward, but she ended up being a bit of a junkie so I bailed. My friend ended up dating her friend for a few weeks more. The friend had a baby which weirded my friend out a bit and they ended up calling it quits without much fanfare, too.
So, I was remembering that night in the bar and the day eating at their house and meeting their daughter and the whole thing and thought, "Hey dummy. There's a story there."
And my wife might be interested. There won't be any dragons.
If I ever get around to writing it that is.
By the way, if that couple happens to be reading this, thanks. That was one of the most memorable nicest things a stranger ever did for me.