now, my bob was fun. . . . (my late husband, if you’re new to this peanut)
that’s one of the things i miss most i think. we laughed our way through
those 16 years.
oh . . . there were plenty of trying times and downright tragic times, but
we stuck like glue. and we found that the magic glue in any marriage
he didn’t just have a good sense of humor. he even ‘thought’ funny.
and in the early years, remember i was just 18 when we got together . . .
(i think back now and realize that with him being almost 30 . . . he
probably finished raising me! lol.) anyway . . . right at first . . .
when he was paying for a first marriage that was in his youth and went
awry . . . plus school loans, etc . . . and things were tight for us, one of
our ‘free’ entertainments was to go to the mall or wherever, and get an
ice cream cone (for me) and coffee for him, and we would
‘people watch.’ we’ve all done it, haven’t we?
well you ain’t never people watched until you’ve done it with my bob.
i admit. it helped that i was so gullible. i fell for it over and over.
once in a cafe’ (we always went for coffee after a good movie) we were
sitting there and he said “see that guy? i know him. he’s a famous
private investigator. if you look really closely you can barely see the
outline of his holster. he always carries.”
i peered at the man and tried hard not to really, really stare.
“i see it! yes! i can see it!” i was enthralled. a famous private detective!
he never saw that man before in his life.
all this is to set you up with some background as to why i did a very
stupid thing at one of those “cocktail parties” once, that i grew to hate.
bob called me over to introduce me to one of the men in a group of
gentlemen he was talking with.
i had on my best ‘audrey hepburn little black dress’ and up until now,
everything had been going smoothly. (not a delicious new exotic drink
from the islands anywhere in sight. and i hadn’t even been prowling
around the hostess’s kitchen) i was a very good girl.
’til i opened my mouth.
i walked over to the group of men. i received compliments.
i thought i was pretty cute.
we all bantered a bit, like people do at those kind of shallow get-togethers.
then bob said
“tammy, i’d like you to meet buzz aldrin, the astronaut. you know . . .
the guy that just piloted the lunar apollo 11 and walked on the moon.”
i reached out with my hand and patted (the REAL buzz aldrin) on
his dinner jacket’s lapel.
“sure you did! i said with a deprecating smirk on my face.
“and how was the old man?”
everyone was a little quiet.
well. it got better.
the real buzz aldrin threw back his head and laughed and laughed.
he reached out an hugged me.
apparently nobody had ever met him in such a manner before.
he was a gentleman.
i was eventually convinced that he was the real deal.
who would have thought that he’d be at a party in tulsa oklahoma???
although, come to think of it NASA is not that far away . . . just
down the road a bit to houston.
the ‘gentleman’ buzz aldrin inside apollo 11
on the way home bob brought it up.
“i was never so embarrassed in my life. you’re meeting an historical
figure. and you . . . and you” . . . (he was speechless!)
“well,” i said. “it serves you right. it makes up for all the stories
that i’ve believed that were just made up.”
“and you chose TONIGHT! to doubt me????”
and that’s how i found out
that some things really are true.
well . . .
if he was wearing THAT outfit. i probably would have believed it right away.