Last year I drove out to the country to help a commercial client with a boiler repair.
The commercial client is the owner of a hotel out on Route 9.
The small hotel looks care about it could be the scene of a terrifying film, but it is in a fantastic location. The beach is only a mile away from the location and the hotel stays packed with seasonal tourists throughout the year. I had not been to the hotel in a genuinely long time and the Heating and Air Conditioning company where I work only recently picked up the account. I was the first guy to service the boiler problems. I met with the hotel director first. As soon as I walked through the front door, I recognized the man. She was an old friend of our Moms. She looked great. She truthfully didn’t look care about he aged much at all in the 10 years since I had seen her. She immediately asked about our mom and our Mom. Both of us talked for a couple of hours about family and friends and then we started laboring on the boiler repair. About an hour after I took the unit apart, our Mom called on the iphone. He says that he was thinking about me, although I thought it was genuinely peculiar that he called me while I was laboring on the boiler at the hotel. I wonder if our Mom and the man still keep in touch and I wonder if he called him to tell him that I was there. I have a million questions that I would care about to ask our Mom.