His business partner who happens to be his son answered and told me his dad was out of town on a job where there is no cell phone coverage, gave me his number and told me he would be back that afternoon. This happened to be on Wednesday the day I went to Mexico, came back late and had to prepare dinner for mother.
I called him on Thursday and never got a callback. Called him again on Friday only to get his mailbox. He finally returned my called and told me "why did you not say you were Mr. X's daughter?"...I so wanted to say "because he has been dead for nearly two decades...but decided to bite my tongue".
He told me he would be right over, this was around 10:00 a.m. I guess his definition of "right over" and mine are not the same. I told him that sometimes it was hard to hear someone knocking on the front door because mother has the television volume on high. He told me he would call me before coming.
At 4:25 p.m. I hear some loud honking but paid no mind as I thought it was the neighbor. Honking continued so I went outside and there he was. No call just showed up six hours and 25 minutes later. Said his telephone had not registered my number so he had no way of reaching me.
Told him all that I needed to be done, he gave me an estimate and we came to an agreement. He said he would come today but that it would probably take him two or three days to make the jungle that is our yard go away.
After seeing all that he accomplished this afternoon, I calmed down and thought...why did I not call him sooner? This man is a hard worker, he loves to make money and he does not care that even though he is 69 years old he is willing to work 7 days a week if need be.
My dad and he were good friends and I am thankful that he still remembers him.
Good night. May you all have Terlingua Dreams.