I have a way with the elderly folks, it's true. Ever since I was a little kid. Once when I was about 12, my parents were wondering where I was, since they hadn't seen me all day. They eventually found me, a-swinging on the neighbor's swing, in between ol' Mr. and Mrs. Nicodemus.
This guy loved me. And I loved him too. But, I had a hard time looking away from the 40-year-old blackhead under his left eye. I kept wondering how I could convince him in broken Spanish and hand gestures that I needed to 'help him out' with it. In the end I left it alone, but it's still kind of haunting me.