Yesterday I drove the Pontiac to the supermarket.  As I was crossing the parking lot, a man called out to me and asked if that was my car.  I replied that it was; I’m used to people asking me about it.  But he said he’d seen it on the internet and knew the owner lived in the area, that the owner wrote a blog called Bark Bark Woof Woof, and wanted to someday meet him.  I grinned and said thanks.  He said he’s a reader, never commented, but enjoyed my work.  And then he said that there are a lot more people who agree with what I write.

We talked as we went into the store.  He’s about my age, he works as a carpenter for the school district; we’d met up as he was going in to get his lunch, I think.  He told me his name, but I’m not going to share it because I didn’t tell him I’d write about our meeting.

I know that there are a lot more lurkers here than commenters, but even so, it is very nice to hear from them.  Thank you.