Welcome randy readers. Thanks for being here.
We’re discussing my visit with Max Gavaskar herself. Actually I should say my friend Dorian’s visit with her that I got to tag along with.
Despite her failing health she is as beautiful as ever. It is no wonder she’s had the influence she has. She is still a captivating person. She greeted Dorian and me from her reception bed. Behind her was a lovely view of the green rolling hills dotted with wildflowers of all colors. I am told her sleeping bed faces such a window.
After personal greetings with Dorian she turned to look at me. I am sure I blushed at that moment. There were times when we first met where I saw her as just a young woman, smart and pretty. I knew she had a special spark but I had no clue how bright it would flare. Now when I am near her and the other day when she looked right at me I felt a presence of someone very special.
For generations to come people will talk about this woman and here she was talking to me like it was nothing. “Hi Philip,” She said. “How are the Gutterminds sounding these days?”
I wasn’t expecting that and I became flustered. I could say nothing better than, “We’re sounding fine Ma’am.”
“Oh, Philip.” She said while laughing, “You still wont call me Max.”
She cocked her head to one side and pretended to make a pleading face, “Please call me Max, Philip.”
I nodded, meekly.
Max and Dorian shared personal news about their respective families and Max asked me how Ina and our kids are.
I looked around the room and thought about all the dignitaries that have passed through this room and there I was talking about the great grand kids learning to walk. I chuckled to my self but Max, always alert, noticed and asked what the smile was about. When I told her what I had been thinking she said;
“But Philip, talking about the great grand kids learning to walk is what this is all about. I’ve been all around the Milky Way, I’ve seen more than any human has a right to have seen but it all comes back to family and friends doesn’t it? All the work I did, all the time I spent away from my family, my friends, my lab, was so that everyone could spend more time with their loved ones without fear of harm or hunger.”
She looked at Dorian then back to me and said, “This conversation we’ve had this morning, about my kids, your kids, Dorian’s kids, bruised shins and scrapped elbows, all of it, is as important and meaningful as any diplomatic session that has ever taken place in this room.”
Note; Tomorrow “the Author” will be getting some new tattoo work at Raven’s Eye Body Art in Hood River Oregon. There may not be a post or there may be one from the tattoo shop. Either way Philip the Bard will return next week with more of his conversation with Max Gavaskar herself.
Never mix red wine and Oodo.
Philip Normer
Kushan Year 88
Earth Year 2480
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