I thought I’d take a nap today, and I was just about to drop off when there was a tap at the front door. It was the guy who sometimes stays next door.
The house next door was owned by a guy, and he died. His survivors take turns using the house for a week or two each in the summer. Last summer I met Bobby and Karen. They came up for the crabbing. So many tasty dungeness crabs! And there I was with my four keepers in three outings. Nice people. They offered to give me some crabs, but I live alone and I don’t need that many.
Bobby keeps a small pick-up by the house. He came over because he couldn’t get it out with his El Camino. It was just slipping. So he asked if I could pull his El Camino and the attached truck with my Jeep. Of course I can.
I asked after his wife, and he said that they were at the supermarket and she’d died of a heart attack. She was only 44. (She looked rather older.)
Anyway, we put a chain on the Jeep and I pulled his El Camino w/truck out of his yard for him.