Sunday September 4, 2005
	I don't know her and she's been waiting for me for some time.
	"Norm?" she says.  She's sitting on one of the two folding chairs on my front porch. "Uh huh," I say then looking to the left and then to my right and when she stands and extends her hand I turn my head even further wanting to see if there is anyone standing behind me. "I looked you up using public records," she says then smiling.  "Hope you're okay with that."  After a pause I say:  "Am I in trouble?" She's thin and I'm thinking she's about twenty and she's holding a notepad like I used when I was working as a reporter. "I love your writing," she says.  "I was hoping I could talk with you." "About what?" I say.  She's good to look at and I'm enjoying her perfume and her Lady Levi Denim Mini Sailor Skirt and her painted toenails and the way she's pulled her hair back (using a daisy headband).     "I'm a University of Tampa student," she says.  "My friends and I listen to your stuff at Brevard.  Your Podcasts are a riot." "Brevard?" I say. "Brevard Hall," she says.  'Uh huh," I say. "Yeah, well, I am big," I say. When I say big she laughs and while she's laughing she's writing something onto her notepad. "Can I get you something to drink?" I say then standing. "I'd like that," she says, then writing something onto another page of her notepad. PREVIOUS   HOME   NEXT