Rolling With Tommy

I first met him when I was only thirty-three. I was in the saloon carrying a fossil when he sauntered in. He was wearing a chartreuse set of pink foam curlers, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his collarbone, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the police station, I learned that his name was Tommy, and that he was a blacksmith. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an astronomer.

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