Over the last couple of years we have been at the same shows
but for one reason or another I haven’t gotten her. This was my time. I walked up. She smiled. I pointed at a photo and asked if I could get
that one signed. She started signing. As I started to hand over my money I was
telling her how much I enjoyed Lost and then I dropped the bills.
I knelt to pick up the money. Since I’m getting old, getting up isn’t so
easy. With a failed smile plastered across
face, I struggled to stand again. I could
see some concern in her eyes as I grunted my way upright.
I handed the money over. The photo was returned and we never
said another word. Oh well. You can’t always be a winner.
AH
