[dropcap]I[/dropcap]t was Friday evening a couple of weeks ago. I’m Texas Longhorn to the core and we had just lost our game with TCU. On my way home alone to Seguin, my blues got to me and I said, “To heck with it, let’s stop for a beer and steak.”
I sidled up to the bar for dinner, ordered a beer and small steak. Then you, Billy, slipped in next to me and we introduced ourselves. You live in Buda and work in Austin, so you told me.
Then, along came the TCU crowd, and two women joined us at the bar, you on my left and they on my right. It’s my nature to befriend all and in no time you, they and myself started trading pleasantries. Gosh, four strangers who had just met could not have been friendlier with each other. I forgot that Texas had lost.
Then the women departed and you finished your steak (bigger than mine) and departed. I felt great, finished my beer and asked for my check. When the waitress returned she told me you had paid for my meal. I was temporarily stunned. A nice guy, a total stranger to me, had bought my meal and left.
You know, Billy, it’s people like you that bring cheer to others that make it easy for us old guys (88 years) to remember all the good things in life.
Thanks ever so much.
Al Machaud
Seguin
