I waited five minutes at his door, squinting at the sun, and listening to him shuffling inside. When he answered he was dressed in a jacket, shirt, and slacks. He had a smile for me and I followed him through his shadow-draped house to the kitchen, my steps tight and small behind his careful, walking-stick-assisted gait. I cleared a space on his cluttered table and he sat opposite me, sighing out his weariness from the trek.
I asked about old times and his face lost years as he told me. Eventually, his words wound down, and he said:
I like him already … would like to make a pizza with him … and learn!
I’ll see if I can arrange a meeting 😉