The “Nottingham West” sign looks just like it has since I was nine years old, nicely kept and well planted with annuals that were in full bloom as I pulled onto Country Club Drive. Everything and all of the houses look pretty much like it must have all along. American Flags flying and large gorgeous flower beds and plush lawns meticulously groomed. Honestly, I was in awe of how much hadn’t changed. As I rounded the bend just before the corner, I notice that there was a very tall older man in the driveway of what once was my best friend Suzie’s house. I slowed down to a crawl thinking nobody stays in the same house for thirty three years any more. He was tall, but he was not the tallest man I have ever seen. Suzie’s dad was the tallest man I had ever known when I was nine years old. This man was taller than my dad like Suzie’s dad was and this man was about the same age as my dad. It wasn’t until I saw the rare sports car in the garage in some state of refurbishment that I pulled over; ready to make a complete fool of myself, and I asked,
“You don’t happen to be Mr. E., do you?”
“Yes I am.” He says “Why?”
“I’m Sunday Koffron” I say, as I start to well up a bit
His look changes from curiosity to one of pleasant shock and total amazement.
“MY GOD! You are still alive!” he says.
And I am thinking “and he doesn’t even know the half of it! The smart money was on dead by 25 in the death pool.” as I turn into a sobbing, blithering idiot as I am hugging this poor man who hasn’t seen my face in thirty three years. He tells me Mrs. E is out for a walk, she will be back soon. I tell him I have to go, that I am on that side of town for a funeral. I had just meant to quickly drive by the house and snap a quick photo. I never expected to see anyone I knew. I hoped he would say ‘Hi’ to everyone and let them know how much I have missed them all of these years. I told him that I had really had appreciated everything they had done for me.
“That was all my wife.” He said smiling. And so maybe it was.