Paul B
NJRC Member
2 days ago, about 8:30 in the evening I was ready to jump into the shower. OK, I don't jump any more, but I was just getting into the thing.
Our doorbell rings so I yell to my wife to get it. She yells that she is also ready to get into her bath.
I yell, "I WILL BE RIGHT THERE" and quickly put on a bathing suit because very few people want to see me naked.
I looked out the window in the door and see a tuft of blond hair and I didn't recognize the person. Normally, at that time the only people who would ring my bell is a friend who sometimes brings me fresh fish he just caught, or my neighbor next door who bakes a lot and often brings us some cake or pie.
It wasn't either of them, so I opened the door and saw a woman about 55 years old who I didn't recognize, and I assumed she wanted me to sign a petition for something that I was probably against. That wasn't the case.
She said she saw me on the news from last year about my Vietnam story of a little girl who wrote me a Christmas card while I was in Nam.
She lives behind me here in the same development and she asked people playing pickleball if anyone knew me and where I lived.
I said: Can I help you? She wasn't holding a cup, so I figured she didn't want to borrow a cup of sugar, and she wasn't a Supermodel asking directions, so I had no idea who she was. She proceeded to explain to me that she was writing a fiction book about some guy who went to Vietnam to find his girlfriend or something like that. I wasn't paying too much attention as I wanted to take a shower.
My wife yelled "COME IN". which she did. She said she took a creative writing course, and although she knows nothing about the Vietnam War, she wanted to write this story about it and needed some input from someone who was there. She also said she ordered my Vietnam book.
She asked me many questions about the war and I lent her a book about a severe battle I was in but explained to her that it had a lot of military jargon in it and even I didn't understand much of it but she wanted to read it anyway. My book is much simpler because I am a simple guy.
She stayed about 45 minutes, and I hope to read her book if she finishes it.
Our doorbell rings so I yell to my wife to get it. She yells that she is also ready to get into her bath.
I yell, "I WILL BE RIGHT THERE" and quickly put on a bathing suit because very few people want to see me naked.
I looked out the window in the door and see a tuft of blond hair and I didn't recognize the person. Normally, at that time the only people who would ring my bell is a friend who sometimes brings me fresh fish he just caught, or my neighbor next door who bakes a lot and often brings us some cake or pie.
It wasn't either of them, so I opened the door and saw a woman about 55 years old who I didn't recognize, and I assumed she wanted me to sign a petition for something that I was probably against. That wasn't the case.
She said she saw me on the news from last year about my Vietnam story of a little girl who wrote me a Christmas card while I was in Nam.
She lives behind me here in the same development and she asked people playing pickleball if anyone knew me and where I lived.
I said: Can I help you? She wasn't holding a cup, so I figured she didn't want to borrow a cup of sugar, and she wasn't a Supermodel asking directions, so I had no idea who she was. She proceeded to explain to me that she was writing a fiction book about some guy who went to Vietnam to find his girlfriend or something like that. I wasn't paying too much attention as I wanted to take a shower.
My wife yelled "COME IN". which she did. She said she took a creative writing course, and although she knows nothing about the Vietnam War, she wanted to write this story about it and needed some input from someone who was there. She also said she ordered my Vietnam book.
She asked me many questions about the war and I lent her a book about a severe battle I was in but explained to her that it had a lot of military jargon in it and even I didn't understand much of it but she wanted to read it anyway. My book is much simpler because I am a simple guy.
She stayed about 45 minutes, and I hope to read her book if she finishes it.