A couple of days ago, I posted a second blog about Englishman Mick Deacon’s covid woes in the US. Last night, he sent me an email.
Yesterday, he had been out in a truck with his girlfriend. No idea why. I didn’t ask. He didn’t explain. He wrote…
There is this neighbour across the road from where I am living with my girlfriend. People call him ‘Shorty’.
He is a tiny man in his mid-to-late 70s and he’s way too kind in letting people use his truck. Often he doesn’t have it for days.
They call 4-wheel drives ‘trucks’ here in the US.
Today I was out with my girlfriend in her truck and I noticed Shorty wobbling down the road on a bicycle.
Then he disappeared.
I thought he had fallen off.
I told my girlfriend: “Turn our truck round and make sure Shorty’s not lying in a heap somewhere.”
When we found him; he was pushing his bike.
“I get dizzy when the weather is cold,” he told us.
He took off his woolly hat and showed us an indentation in his skull.
“See where I got shot in the head? One night, my wife shot me in the head. So now I get dizzy when the weather gets cold. She was younger than I was.”
Sometimes I am so glad to be British!
It’s a shame really. There are some beautiful houses, parks and the lake round here. Some great eating places.