While visiting some friends at the Denton Health and Human Services Commission office, I saw two people feasting with a carryout fast food box.
The box was labeled Popeye's Fried Chicken. I assumed it was from the fast food restaurant adjacent to Buddy's office. Verify. Right?
But I got distracted by other activity before the answer was given. I had invited my niece to join us for lunch. I told my niece that I would walk to Popeye's restaurant right next door.
The fast food place next door is actually Jack in the Box, which I didn't notice until entering the building. Woops!
My friend Buddy had not heard my conversation with my niece about where we were meeting her for lunch.
So, I made a quick turn around and walked back towards Buddy's office. I said that we had to drive to Popeye's, my bag.
Of course, dear reader, and my friend Buddy asked: "Why?"
How do I love that question because you know that I have an answer to share.
I said: "I haven't seen my niece in quite a few years. She's waiting to have lunch with me but not at Jack in the Box."
OK, so it turned out that my luck was still with me and the place where we were supposed to meet was just a mile away off McKinney Road to Loop 288. Buddy just smiled.
It was a happy reunion. We had a superb family gathering, with good chicken sandwiches and extraordinary conversation.
Buddy soon started laughing, out loud too. But that's OK. I like a good laugh. My niece left with good memories and planned future gatherings.
Buddy kept laughing hysterically. I thought it really wasn't that funny. Now I see a grown man cry.
"What's the matter Buddy, something we said?" I asked.
"Trouble in paradise," he mumbled.
I did not know what to say. Maybe I should listen, I thought, as much as I wanted to change the subject.
"It's not me, it's Mom and Dad," he said. "They don't listen to each other as much as they love each other."
Buddy kept mumbling: "It's out of my hands."
Their pastor told them that they must want to work things out. They have to compromise and really listen to each other.
"I know, it's a two-way road," Buddy said. He wants to fix the problem like his parents helped him when he was growing up.
"I feel so powerless," Buddy muttered. "I just want to go shake some common sense into both of them."
His tone of speech got even softer while he said: "Neither one wants to admit wrong. They are both on the side of righteousness."
How sad is that? Buddy went home very, very distraught. I said that we'd pray for his parents.
I got a call from my good friend/co-guitarist from Robstown who is directing the Saturday choir while I was traveling.
They actually miss me.
I miss the great music experience when the whole choir is gathered to sing praises.
My Saturdays had been committed to some other things that wouldn't change.