there is a man..

and by man i mean the cutest little old guy that walks his dog molly every single day... just around the time i take finn for a little jog. some mornings i see him twice. we always smile and wave and some days we talk. our conversations usually go a little something like this...

cute old man: "does your dog bark when someone comes to the door?"

me: "no"

cute old man: "he must! you need a protector not just a playboy! you must teach him. he cannot just be a playboy."

me: "ok... i will try"

but then one evening justin was with me and we stopped to talk... he asked how long we had been married and if i was happy. he asked if justin was good to me and if i was good to justin. he has been married for 58 years... and told us that marriage has its ups and downs but we need to be nice (he doesn't know what good advice this is for me... i try to be nice... but sometimes things don't come out as i intend them to.)

he said marriage is hard when you come from a different country... so naturally i asked where he is from.. he made us guess.. justin said germany. and he was right. he then told us that he fought in world war II. and now i am totally intrigued.. a few months ago i read a few books about world war II. one was excellent.. sarah's key... and i have thought about that story often in the last few months. on sunday i started reading night. i want to talk to the cute old man more about what the war was really like. i find it fascinating. justin told me not to ask... that people don't like to talk about the war. but i really want to know.. i am hoping one day he will tell me all about it.