01-17-03 - 10:22 a.m.
we're in the snug safety of my car, still so amazed by the intensity of our rendevous the day before that the placid beauty of the lake is lost on us.
unbelievable, he tells me. i see girls looking at me, smiling, thinking, 'what a sweet old guy', but they don't get it. they don't realize the engine is still running.
i grin, smug, because i'm his mechanic.