As was stated in the previous posting, this week was Spirit Week for the swim team. The final event was last night. It was the pasta feed. Almost every type of pasta one could imagine was on display. It was a potluck with all of the dishes lined up on a long series of tables as if they were being prepared for a parade. Of course, this is bound to happen with a potluck by a swim team of over 160 kids and their families.
Anyway, let's get to the story about neighbors...
I walked to the club after work so we wouldn't have two cars to take to our home which is no more than about 10 minutes away by foot. Ryan, threw a wrench into our plans to drive home together when he took up my not too serious comment to walk home by saying, "Yes, Dad, I want to walk home. Let's go."
So we were on our way to walk home, when we heard squeak, squeak. Squeak, squeak behind us. It was Naomi. She wanted to walk home too. A few minutes later mom and Ethan rolled by when we were trying to cross the street. We continued on our way.
An older man appeared about 100 yards down the street. He was wearing a red 49ers cap. He waved to us when we were nearer. We said the obligatory "hellos" as we started to pass, but this time I decided to say, "Hey, kids, say hello to the nice man. Look, Ryan, I think he wants to give you a high five." They proceeded to low five one another.
This started the following conversation:
Me: We're just returning from a pasta feed at the swim club.
Man: What, did you say that you were down at the field.
Me: No, we were at a pasta feed. You know, down at the swim club.
Man: Oh, the swim club. That's a great place. A great place for kids. You know, we grew up in the club too.
Man: Did you see all the cars down the street last weekend? I think they had the big meet at Woodlands (the swim club on the Walnut Creek side of Citrus Avenue).
Me: That was the Woodlands Invitational.
Man: We swam in that too. Woodlands was not in our league though. Or should I say that we were not in their league. They were very good. Much more competitive. This was over 40 years ago.
Me: It's still the same. Woodlands is still much more competitive, but now we're in the same league.
Man: We've lived in the same place now for 43 years. I'm 84 years old.
Me: Maybe if I'm lucky one of these I'll make it to 84.
Man: We live right down this street at XXXX San Gabriel. Things have changed quite a bit around here. Back then, they only let certain people live here. It was quite different.
Man: My wife is not doing too well. She almost had renal failure. She's suppose to be going in for an operation. My daughters will be here to help out. Can you believe that she might not be able to get a new kidney because she is too old? I think that this might be it for her. She has diabetes too.
Me: I'm sorry for that.
Man: How long have you lived here?
Me: We've lived here now for almost seven years.
Man: You're an old timer now, aren't you (laughing)?
Me: No, you're the real old timer (laughing).
Man: Yes, in more ways than one (laughing).
Me: We live around the corner on Joshua Woods.
Ryan: Can we go now, Dad?
Me: What's your name, anyway?
Man: My name's Gene. Gene XXXXXXXX. What's yours?
Me: Casey. Casey Emoto.
Gene: Casey? What's that Moto?
Me: Emoto.
Gene: What's your name (gesturing to Ryan)?
Ryan: My name's Ryan.
Gene: What was that?
Me: His name is Ryan.
Gene: That's a great name. Give me a high five (they proceed to give one another a low five). What's your name (gesturing to Naomi)?
Naomi: My name's Naomi.
Gene: That's a beautiful name.
Ryan: Let's go Dad (tugging on my arm).
Me: Okay, okay. Okay, Gene, nice talking with you. Hopefully we'll see you around.
Gene: Yes, take care.