E. came to visit us in our new office. She brought her husband R. with her. A group of us went for lunch, which was served in a leisurely fashion giving us plenty of time to visit.
R. is from Kentucky. Every other year or so, he and E. go back to Kentucky for a family reunion. This year it is especially important for them to go because R.'s aunts are over 90 years old and he would rather go back for a party than a funeral.
E. and R. were married while R. was still in college in Kentucky. E. is from the Los Angeles area. Being olive skinned, brunette, hispanic and urban, she was seen as "exotic" during the 1960's when she moved to Kentucky as R.'s pretty, helpful wife.
This year R. turned 60. He is fabulously fit -- a trim 60 year old with sharp features, blue eyes. He is an easy conversationalist and seems to be able to talk about anything, anyplace. As a birthday gift to himself, he took a two-week ski trip with his son, driving up the west coast to Canada, skiing on the way in Oregon. He thinks he has skied 40 days this year.
R. is an avid biker. He gets up at 4:30 am twice a week to take a long, long bike ride. He thinks little of riding 100 miles. He has fancy bicycles made of titanium and other special, speedy metals. He built a bike that is valued in excess of $8,000.
As R. talked about his bikes it was apparent that his involvement with biking was much more than a mere hobby. He described things about bikes and biking we never heard, including his routines. E. laughed at him, "He's obsessive compulsive." R. retorted, "Ah, yes, but better obsessive compulsive than obsessive repulsive."
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