I suppose since the Jardin is the center of town, if you know someone who lives in town, you’re bound to run into them from time to time – and so it was, Halloween night. I was walking around, looking at all of the goings on in San Miguel as they geared up for the next two days of festivities.
I was taking photos here and there when I noticed a gentleman walk by. Oddly, the hat looked familiar because I didn’t see his face. I thought – Hmmmm, that looks like Jerry’s hat, but how can I recognize a hat? I decided to tap him on the shoulder: Tap! Tap! Jerry?
He turned around: Hey! Good to see you back in town. I was right. It was Jerry, Combat Chuck’s friend – The one that he hadn’t seen in 50 years and that I ran into the last time that I was in SMA, in March. We talked for a bit, had a few laughs, then he continued giving away peppermint candies to the kids. I bumped into him a couple of more times in the evening and he even gave me a couple of pieces of candy and I wasn’t even wearing a costume or mask. Later, he admitted that he didn’t remember my name and but didn’t want to admit it in front of ‘the lady’, who happened to be a fellow classmate of mine, Karen.
I told him my name and that it happens to me all of the time, which it does. I forget very soon after someone makes an introduction unless I repeat the name several times.
It was good running into a familiar hat, er, face.