I saw him today!
The locally famous guy who always dresses smoothly, kind of like Hollywood's idea of a pimp at the height of the blaxploitation film era.
He looked awesome, walking down Jersey Avenue in a full-length faux fur vibrant purple coat, matching wide-brimmed hat, and checkered pointed shoes.
I couldn't help but stare. Last time Roberta saw him, she had more presence of mind. "You look great," she said. "You do too," said the well-dressed and not-shy man.
I was on my way to see my real estate agent, to sign the contract for the sale of my condo. A lot can still go wrong. Perhaps I'm making a big mistake, jumping ship when there are guys in purple fur hats around.