Sharing a Scooter on Video Chat

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This red scooter is identical to Lynne’s yellow scooter.

Lynne and I shared a scooter when she called for our nightly video chat to relieve her sundown syndrome under Covid-19 lockdown. Lynne’s friend, Leslie, sent me a photograph of a red scooter identical to a yellow one Lynne and her high school girl friends rode around Eugene Oregon. I found a way. I printed in color and pointed my cell phone camera to it instead of my face. It filled my screen. It filled Lynne’s Facebook Portal. She laughed as soon as she saw it. “There it is. We rode all over on that.” We chatted about how she didn’t tell us she bought it and hid it in a friend’s garage. I said, “That scares me to look at even now.” Thanks for the memories, Leslie.

A friend sent me a link and said he thinks the scooter is a Honda CT90. Thanks, Chuck.

Playing Hardball to Get Through This

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Lynne called last night at 10 pm, melancholy without tears. “Not sure if I can do this.”“Sure, you can. Your Grammy Helen did it. Once you get through this part, you’ll be happy. Grammy Helen was happy.”
“Yes, she was.”
Pam had phoned me about her video chat with Lynne when her boys joined in. We reminisced about Pam’s plight inhaling wildfire smoke in California. I asked her about the boys. “They’re doing fantastic,” she said.
I told her I caught an overthrown hardball at Miller Park with my bare left hand and tossed it back. The young men on the teams cheered. “You the man.” One ran over with the ball, “Sign this.”
I didn’t have a pen, so I bumped his ball with my fist. I told Lynne, “If I’d had a pen, I could have signed it as Dan Wilson. And the next time I saw him, I’d have to tell him his legend grew at Miller Park.”
She laughed. “He’d have given it to you.”
We paused. She took a deep breath, “I’m not sure I can do this.”
“Sure you can. Your first job is get some sleep.”
“I can do that.”
She headed for bed in her clothes. “You should turn off the light.”
She looked for it on the blank wall next to her shelves. “Lindy, I think the switch is by the door.”
“Oh yea.” She walked away from the Facebook Portal screen and I saw the bathroom light turn on and off. She walked back to her bed and climbed in.
I called out, “Good night.”
“Good night.”
I called the concierge who promised to have someone help her get some sleep.