My favorite person at the Country Club
I adored Herbert Bjornberg. He would drink his Vodka and smoke like a chimney. He was soft spoken and kind and he kind of kept to himself. He was the cutest old man. I was drawn to him he was interesting telling ne about boosters on race cars and the work he did. I secretly wished my Grandmother would leave her long time boyfriend so he could be in my family. I wanted to see him happy and maybe have some company during meals. Christmas was getting closer and I bought a headband with a spring and mistletoe and put it on his head. I kissed him on the cheek and stood back as every woman that passed him laughed at the head piece and gave him a kiss. By the end of lunch he had every color lip print on his face and a smile I will never forget.
