I smile, blow the horn, and pass by. Looking in my rearview mirror, I confirm my suspicions, he goes back in the house after I pass. I know he will be out there waiting for me on my return trip, he has me timed very well. The boys trucks are parked in the driveway of the house, they are inside. Probably drinking their beers and discussing their adventures.
Spring is a glorious time.
The old man is back on the porch, happily soaking up the few warm rays of sun. We smile and wave. The boys have been busy, there are new windows in the house. Still no front door, the porch remains propped on stilts, the roof never completed. My friend has dropped his light jacket and sits in old man tee-shirt and dark pants on his porch.