David and I had an unexpected and really fun date night last week. It was unexpected first, because it happened Saturday morning, and second, because we thought we were going to meet some of our Senior Center friends at a local church for their monthly breakfast. There had been a change of schedule, though, and we didn’t get the memo. When we arrived, the parking lot was empty and the doors were closed and locked.
As David turned the car around and headed back toward Emory, I wondered what I had in the refrigerator at home. I didn’t have to wonder long, though.
“Do you want to stop at Sidekick’s and have some breakfast?” David asked.
I did. We found a table close to the back so David could see the TV, but he didn’t look at it much. He told me about a post on Facebook that asked what from the 1950s would be the hardest to explain to someone from the 21st century. The suggested answer was a book, something without batteries you could hold in your hand and find any information you might need. We laughed and decided it might be even harder to explain a physical card catalog and a library that offered more printed material than e-books, audio books, DVDs, and computers.
Then, I noticed David looking over my shoulder. I thought he was looking at the TV, but he was checking out the picture on the wall behind me that featured all the western personas of Clint Eastwood. We spent a few minutes looking around at all the cowboys on the wall until David said, “I thought this was supposed to be Sidekick’s. Where are the pictures of Tonto and Cisco?”
Our food had arrived by this time, but we continued our discussion of cowboy buddies while we ate. Our memories failed us in some cases, but we used the 21st century research method by consulting my cell phone from time to time. We remembered that Roy Rogers had two different sidekicks – besides Dale Evans, of course. Their TV names were Pat Brady and Cookie. We had to use Google to find that the name of Zorro’s friend was Bernardo.
The conversation eventually veered off into the many western series that were on TV when we were growing up. There were as many of those as there are cop shows now. We continued to talk through a couple of extra cups of coffee and then headed home to work in the yard.
Pulling weeds when the temperature is bumping up against ninety degrees isn’t a lot of fun, but thinking back on our walk down memory lane made the time pass quickly. I think we’ll have to take the time to be spontaneous more often.
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