Colder than a Well Digger’s Ass
Hitchhiking into East Vail I was picked up by and old man. He was traveling to Colorado University to visit his wife, who was a teacher at the Colorado Mountain College and had returned to school for her Master’s at the young age of sixty.
Her son being a student, told his mother, “I’m leaving campus, I won’t be at the same campus with my mother.”
The father said, “Several years ago, I was traveling a lot without my wife.”
She said to me, “Honey we’re older now, we don’t have that many years left, let’s try to stay together as much as possible.”
The father agreed saying, “I love my wife so I decided to “respect” her wishes.”
Then she ups and tells me she’s going back to college.
I told her, “You better call before you come home. There may be someone else in your bed.”
He says to me, “ my reception since then has been colder than a well digger’s ass. Did you ever say something, that was the stupidest thing you’ve ever said?”
I smiled knowingly
“Well,” he says, “I’m going down to Denver, and I’m going on to campus, and walk right up to her and hug her, and tell her I love her.”
I felt happy and sad. I was happy he loved her so much to do this and she loved him. I was sad, thinking, I know this author on a campus in New York- I left standing- blue thermos top in her ink stained hand, of her autobiography and memoir writing workshop.
