Thanks to Romin, I'm driving a bus for a senior center in Mira Mesa. I pick up elderly Filipinos at their homes, we listen to KWVE sermons on the radio, and I unload them at the center, where I occasionally play worship songs for them. I have a long break, and then we repeat the process in reverse. It's a fairly Kingdom thing, with lots of loving sweet old folks in Jesus' name.
One gentleman told me that he enlisted in the US infantry at age 16 and fought in the battle of Okinawa. With lots of gestures, he communicated the story of an officer taking arrows in the shoulders and chest and returning fire with a side arm. He always salutes me as he saunters up to the bus to board, carrying his walker.
This morning, another gentleman jokingly insinuated that because his two small dogs bark so viciously at me, I must be a regular consumer of dog meat. At the end of the day as I dropped him off, I asked him "Which one would taste better?" He exclaimed "Black one!" and reminded me of how often Dave Villarete would blurt out something ridiculous.
