Tuesday morning, The Commons at the nursing home. I am sitting near the back of the crowd assembled. We are singing hymns and choruses of the Christian faith. Some are singing, some more lustily than others.
Traffic pattern from the hallway to my right runs immediately behind me to the kitchen.
A very pleasant appearing young lady, mid-20s, employee, turns from the hallway and steps toward me. Stops, places a hand on each of my shoulders, leans over, looks me in the face and asks, "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Sam Elliott?"
Smiling, I replied, "Indeed. Many times."
She smiled, traipsed on about her business. I, smiling, have just encountered a day-brightener.
(Usually when told this I reply that Sam looks like me, for I am much the older.)