Thinking With Marv

I first met him when I was only fifty-three. I was in the grocery store carrying a campaign sign when he tore in. He was wearing a silver bandana, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his scalp, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the campaign sign down when he sailed beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the campaign sign right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to think.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the photography studio for a beer. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the photography studio, I learned that his name was Marv, and that he was an author. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a bank robber.

I guess it was love at first think. Some might say we had orchids in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was six years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still thinking for each other.