Buenos Dias Coffee Hosers. It is 48F and 7:00a.m. Gary has finished his early morning chores and he is sitting down with a steaming cup of coffee. Gary's hands are cold from taking trash out and dumping yesterday's tea leaves and coffee grounds into the potted veggies. He is grasping his 'Cookie' mug with both hands and she is smiling in return.
Gary had Willie, his handyman, come over yesterday for a quote on his leaky patio roof. Gary has been applying bandage after bandage on the sucker, but has yet to find the source of the leak. Willie is a bit of an oddity. He used to own a home up in the hilly part of Whittier. One of Gary's business partners lives on the same street as Willie. The street is filled with doctors and lawyers and professionals that earn considerable annual incomes. Those homes have a wonderful view of the coastal basin, downtown Los Angeles to the west, the white capped San Gabriel Mountains to the north and to the south, the shining sea and Catalina Island. And now Willie is a handyman, doing odd jobs until his retirement kicks in.
After a short discussion on the roof, Gary tossed his body as laborer into the deal, to lower the cost. Willie relaxed in the living room with Mary Lou and Gary and had a Stella. Willie unloaded that his brother just died of cancer and that he had spent three months in Texas nursing his brother until the death. A very sad story, Gary felt the need for Willie to unload it all and he is glad he found the patience to hear it all.