Hollering With Gilmo

I first met him when I was only sixty-five. I was in the shoe store carrying a book when he bounded in. He was wearing an amber pair of cargo pants, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his tummy, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the pet shop for a glass of grape juice. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the pet shop, I learned that his name was Gilmo, and that he was a draftsman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a musician.

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