It was my destiny to join in a great experience. (I just didn’t know it yet, but do you know the book without googling the sentence?) It seems the more that I assemble my thoughts in order to write the story of how MDW and I got together, the more I realise that I was just a innocent, and clueless, bystander in the whole process. So much so, that now even I’m interested in reading how she managed to snare me, and how things turned out!
After our official first date there was no contact for a several weeks as I was in Truckee, and she had a strange work schedule, something like ten days on then four off. But eventually I came back down to San Jose. The guy I was building the house with had a few apartments in SJ that always seemed to need some kind of work done, so for a while we went back and forth between projects.
It was on one of these trips down that I called MDW and asked if she felt like doing something, and she told me that Bread and Roses was on and we could go up to Berkeley to see Jimmy Buffet, Neil Young and Robin Williams. Sounded good to me, so off we went. We were hurtling up I17 trying desperately to keep up with traffic in her VW beetle (if you’ve ever driven on a California freeway you’ll know what I mean), when suddenly the cars in front stopped, causing MDW to hit the brakes hard. As she hit the brakes, she reached her arm across and stopped me from lurching forward. That simple act was one of those things that really sticks in your mind, here she was in the middle of an emergency having enough regard for me to try and protect me. Or so I thought at the time at least, turns out as an OT she regularly drove old and infirmed people around and it was just a reflex action, but hey, ignorance is bliss and it was kinda nice to think someone wanted to keep me safe.
After a week or so in SJ it was back to Tuckee for me. But this time, we spoke by phone every few days, this was before cell phones, but the trailer I was living in had a phone so it was no big deal. Anyone want to see the view I had? OK why not, here ya go…
That’s the Truckee River in the right foreground and the back of the shops, restaurants and hotels in the main street of Truckee itself. I was happily working away when one day I got a phone call from MDW saying she had a few days off and that she was coming up to visit. She came up and we had a great time playing house and doing all those touristy things that I never got a chance to do, like whitewater rafting on the Truckee River (we’re talking kindergarten rapids here, not like the Russian River), and going to the casinos in Reno (Las Vegas’s dirty, retarded little brother).
After about five days she went back to work, and I realised that this was the first time in years that I had spend a lot of time with someone in close quarters and felt completely comfortable being half of a couple. It was another four weeks or so until we saw each other again.
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