I Sorta Saw The Light, Again!

Tony had a great birthday, thanks to all of y'all's happy birthday wishes—thank you! He loved it!

Yesterday, Buttermilk took Tone and me to Kerrville, so I could treat him to lunch for his birthday, and then take him on a shopping spree at WalMart, to buy as many fishing lures as one hundred dollars could buy.

T. wanted to eat at Billy Genes for two reasons. They have good food, and they are real close to Wally World. Just as we pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, Buttermilk's air conditoning system stopped running.

A few minutes later, as Tony and I sipped our ice(d) teas, while trying to decide what we wanted to eat, the weirdest thing happened!

A tall, distinguished gray haired man walked into Billy Genes with a couple of friends. "Tone, don't look now, but Jesus just walked in," I whispered. Then I started laughing. Tony immediately turned his head to look, and then he started laughing, too!

The man, was dressed in white, wearing a red shawl, draped across his chest, and over his shoulders—and hippy sandals! He had long, white, wavy hair, and he sported a handlebar mustache. I thought Jesus was pretty good looking for his age, but I didn't tell Tony, because he was dealing with turning fifty-five, and trying to behave like a senior citizen would.

"Nance, I promise you, that is not Jesus," Tone said. "He's just a Roman emperor visiting Kerrville." Then our friendly waitress appeared at our booth, acting like it was no big deal that Jesus was here to eat one of their famous chicken fried steaks. We gave her our order, while Jesus went over and sat down at a table, with two of his flock.

I really wanted it to be Jesus, because I had a few questions that I wanted to ask him, but Tone was right—the gentleman wasn't Jesus. I knew this, because I've never seen a picture of Jesus with a handlebar mustache. Then a couple walked into the establishment and said, "We're here to meet with the vacation Bible school party. We're running late." Tony and I laughed.

As Tony and I discussed the Roman Empire, our good friends and dog walking volunteers, Jan and Todd, entered the restaurant! We waved at them, and invited them to join us for Tone's birthday lunch!

The four of us had much to talk about. Last week, they had gone to New Orleans, but they had to turn right around and come back—because their dishwasher had caught on fire, and if not for their good friend—their house would have burned down! They told us that they are still staying at a hotel, and hopefully can move back into their house in a couple of days. Then we talked about the dogs at the rescue ranch, etc. as we ate our meals. When we were nearly finished eating, Todd's eyes got big and he quit eating. The Roman emperor walked past our table, on his way to the men's room.

"I thought that I'd seen everything," Todd remarked. The four of us started laughing!

"We did, too," I said. "He's here with some vacation Bible school people. I thought he was Jesus!"

Before leaving, after paying our checks, I told Jan and Todd about Buttermilk's air conditioning system quitting on us. I asked them if they had their camera with them, so they could take a picture of Tony pounding on the cylinder with our rock tool. Unfortunately, they didn't. After handshakes and hugs we said our goodbyes and left the restaurant.

After Tony had rocked out with Buttermilk, he slammed the hood down, and got into the Explorer. "Nance, It is too hot outside. Let's go home. I'll get my fishing lures later." I was fine with that.

Everything was cool for about fifteen minutes, and then the air conditioner quit, just as Will Hoover began singing, my favorite song of his, "Jesus Don't Drive No Fastback Ford!"

Y'all have a great evening!

P.S. D & D at the B & B—Trails End Guest House sent me Part III of Beckham's tale! I will post it tomorrow. You'll love it!