"One of my balls is gone." He said as he stepped out of the car and leaned on his walker outside of Bob Evans Restaurant.
"That's a real problem, Dad. Are you in pain?"
"What? No ... I lost my tennis ball. See?"
Sure enough ... Sam was one ball short on his walker which kinda leaned to the right. But he seemed okay walking with it. Once in a while a spark or two would flash from the back leg on the sidewalk. But other than that ... he managed fine.
We saw a couple that we knew leaving the restaurant as we were putting our name on the list at the hostess station. We made the introductions.
Debbie ... "Sammy, these are friends of ours, John and Donna ... and this is Sam ... Joel's Dad."
Sam ... "Nice to meet you. This is my son, Joel."
John ... (smiling) "We know Joel."
Sam ... "Yeah? I didn't know that. So ... what do you do?"
John ... "Well I'm a lawyer now ... I used to be in securities."
Sam ... "You like being a lawyer better than being a policeman?"
John ... "Oh ... well ... the securities I mean are like stocks and bonds. I used to sell those."
Sam ... "Are you making more money now?"
Just about that time, Sammy had a coughing attack and grabbed a few tissues to get rid of whatever came up (don't ask). He reached over and handed the tissues to Donna ... "Can you take this for me?"
Debbie swooped in to rescue Donna telling Sammy to drop them in his tissue box.
Thankfully, our table was ready. John and Donna were saved. We said our goodbyes and headed to our table. The waitress took Sammy's order. Because he said he was not too hungry he only ordered 3 eggs over easy, bacon, home fries, three pancakes and two biscuits.
In between mouthfuls, Sammy made conversation.
Sammy looked at Debbie's USF sweatshirt and said ... "Debbie ... 1956 ... that's incredible isn't it?"
Debbie pointed to the date ... "I know ... that's when the school was first started."
Sammy ... "What? I thought that's when you went to the school."
We both just shook our heads.
Once in his room, Sammy put on his massive headsets and told me to fix them.
"Joel ... they are not working."
We switched on the button which was turned off and asked him if they were working now."
He just stared at the TV screen.
"Dad ... are they WORKING?"
"What? I don't know Joel. I can't see it."