I sipped my coffee and watched as the new dawn spread over the Grand Mesa. I couldn't help but wonder what silver foxes I would see today. Living in a retirement town has its advantages. I always get a kick out of knowing I am going to see some silver foxes at work. If its not the ones I work with it'll be one of or customers. My little city, Grand Junction, Colorado may not be Sun City, Arizona or some retirement town in Florida, but we do get our share of retirees. Being that we have the mildest climate in Colorado we seem to attract platoons of the gorgeous daddies.
As I ponder whom I well see at work I can't get one out of my mind. He is a retired Colonel in the Air Force. What a sight he is. He works part time at the same place I do and he is a friend. Our friendship could have something to do with the fact that everything to do with the Air Force fascinates me. I never tire of listening to his stories and I spend a lot of time on the Internet looking up his pals and old war stories for him. As he doesn't use computers and doesn't seem to want to learn I have become his go-to guy when he wants information. I do it for fun as I get a kick out of helping him and he seems to enjoy what I find for him.
While I love to hear all I can about his service to our country nothing ever seems to match my want to be with him. I have a strong desire to listen and learn but nothing that matches my desire to satisfy him. His wife has heard all the stories and tall tales and no longer seems interested in them. He seems to have a need to tell what he knows and I am welling to listen. I always want more from him though. I have a need to share more than just stories.
As I ponder whom I well see at work I can't get one out of my mind. He is a retired Colonel in the Air Force. What a sight he is. He works part time at the same place I do and he is a friend. Our friendship could have something to do with the fact that everything to do with the Air Force fascinates me. I never tire of listening to his stories and I spend a lot of time on the Internet looking up his pals and old war stories for him. As he doesn't use computers and doesn't seem to want to learn I have become his go-to guy when he wants information. I do it for fun as I get a kick out of helping him and he seems to enjoy what I find for him.
While I love to hear all I can about his service to our country nothing ever seems to match my want to be with him. I have a strong desire to listen and learn but nothing that matches my desire to satisfy him. His wife has heard all the stories and tall tales and no longer seems interested in them. He seems to have a need to tell what he knows and I am welling to listen. I always want more from him though. I have a need to share more than just stories.