Big Bob was a wonderful guy. He was an excellent father, a generous donor to church charities, and well thought of around Utica. He was an excellent M...m-and-Pop scale businessman, selling a quality product, treating his customers honestly, always paying his debts, and servicing his products far better than the industry standard.He was an absolute disaster at running a large-scale commercial enterprise.I had known the man for decades, and I admired Big Bob immensely. Aside from some initial. She took me out front and gave me the keys to a Toyota 4 X 4, and handed me some directions for a glass shop in Reston. The store owner was expecting me, she said, and I was to pick up some glass squares she said, and that it might take 2 trips, due to the weight. I got in the truck and drove off, thinking about what was going on. Perhaps I was letting my imagination get the better of me, and she really just had work for me. Oh well, I thought and drove on, but I did remember the sight of her. The smaller ones nearthe gates may have been barracks and a guardhouse. One large building onthe west stood silent and empty, he had seen none of the shadowy guardsnear it. There was another nearby that he could see thin streams of smokerising from constantly. Perhaps it was a kitchen. In front of the templehe could see the remains of a broad altar.The stone road that met the gates continued up to the platform in frontof the temple. The splintered remains of columns flanking the road. Remember that, and don’t hold back.’ ‘Hold back?’ ‘Yes. Don’t. Are you afraid of me?’ I shake my head no. Not of her. ‘Are you shy?’ Another no. ‘Then why don’t you touch me?’ That wonderful smile, those deep dimples, a playful fire in big, dark eyes. Playful, erratic, erotic, sincere, emotions and intentions lighting up like flares in her face. Who are you? What is your story? Will I ever know? Do I really care? I have here and now, and here and now is wonderful. I pull her close and kiss her.