Today, Dixie was running wild at the dog park with her friends. She is a beautiful sight when she runs like that. Dixie had also partnered up with an elegant boxer, and all six dogs, the two German shepherds, the wolf-hybrid, the Samoyed-Malamute, the boxer, and a golden retriever ganged up on a smallish, black, dog, breed undetermined. I went to rescue the poor, out-numbered pooch, who really was wagging his tail enthusiastically, but whose owner was on the verge of hysteria. Suddenly, I heard someone call my name.
I turned to see a tall, young man grinning at me. “Do you remember me?” he asked.
“Well, you are an adult now, and your appearance must have changed a lot. How do you expect me to identify you, young man?” I think quickly on my feet. “But I know you were one of my students.”
He laughed. “It’s me, Kevin.” And without another word he gave me a bear hug and a kiss.
His friend was laughing and betting I wouldn’t know him either. He was right. But a few minutes later we had a proper reunion right there in the middle of the dog park that was relatively empty because all sane people were in their warm homes.
We chit-chatted for a few minutes when I asked, “Well, Kevin, what are you doing with yourself these days?”
“I’m studying journalism at the UK.”
“I’m going to be a writer, like you.”
This afternoon was one of the best Christmas presents I’ve ever had.