I can hear you sneering. Well, there *was* a reason. Basically, I'm a slob, and she hated it so much that she'd either have to clean it up, or suffer....She refused to do either, so except for rare occasions when I got active and cleaned things up, we stayed at her house)."There's some stuff for you on the couch!" she called back, cheerily. Sounded cheerful to me, anyway. I felt warmed a little; she sometimes bought things for me, totally spur of the moment.I stopped cold when I saw what was on. She looked around and pulled me inside and closed the door behind. Then our conversation started.She: Why you are here? And how did you find the house?Me: Please relax, I am here to return your mangalsutra which you left back in the bus.She was stunned by my answer and now she understood how I got the address and all. Her husband had already informed her about it. But she was a little confused. I replied again.Me: The bus agency people gave me the number because there was no trustworthy people. "The San Francisco 49ers select, from the University of Oregon, tight end, Gary Rogers..." I was chosen before Don! San Francisco 'traded up' to get an earlier pick in order to get me.When it came time to move to pro football, I needed an agent more than ever. But I still wanted to compete in track, that spring and summer. (Many people aren't aware of it, but a 'name' track star can make as much money as a top-level NFL star. Hanna and I were near enough to the top to be talking serious money.). I had thought that I was in good shape, but that trip was exhausting. Bob appointed himself as my special caregiver as he helped me up from the bed to get to the kitchen for lunch. As a special treat for finally getting home, Mom had fixed BLT (Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato) sandwiches for lunch. It was late in the year for such good tomatoes, but she had managed to find them. Anyway, I pigged-out on three of the sandwiches. I didn’t know when a sandwich had tasted so good. The lemonade was great,.