stopped in my tracks with widened eyes because his appearance shocked the hell out of me. It was like seeing myself in a mirror. Yes, he was older and a little taller and had a little beer gut, but other than that it was me. He smiled and took hold of my suitcase that I pointed out.
He made his way towards me until he was about a foot in front of me and stopped.
He put his right hand out and said, “Cooper, son, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Eric, your Dad.”
I lifted my backpack higher on my shoulder and reached out to meet his handshake.
“Hi Eric, nice to meet you.”
He smiled and chuckled. “Trish was right, you’ve got manners. That’s good, she raised you right. I knew she would. ”
“No help from you.” I mumbled under my breath. How’s that for manners old man?
“What was that?” He said, but we both knew good and well that he had heard me.
“Nothing. Where do you live again?”
“I live in St. Francisville. It’s about an hour from here. We’ll be there in no time. You hungry? We could eat here in the city or wait until we get home. ”
“Yeah, I’m starving.” I said as we walked through the parking garage to his car or truck or whatever he drove.
“Ok, we’ll eat here and then make the trip.”
We ate at a restaurant in Baton Rouge and then made our way for his house.
S o the guy drove a pretty sweet truck. I would give him that. It had a huge back seat and was up on these really tall tires.
“Nice truck.” I said, breaking the silence I swore I would keep, but it was driving me up the wall.
“Thanks. I’m glad you like it. Well, here we are.” He pointed at a small white house, older, but not too old. He pulled into the driveway and I got out and reached for my suitcase and headed for the front door.
“Um, Cooper,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, your mother said that you were a pretty responsible kid, real independent and so I thought maybe you would want to stay in the apartment above the garage. It’s not much, but maybe you would be more comfortable there while we get to know each other.”
I nearly dropped my suitcase on my own feet, but I was soooo playing this cool.
“Yeah, that’s cool. Thanks. You live here by yourself?”
He laughed and said, “Yeah, I’m an old bachelor.” He started to look uncomfortable.
“So, um, yeah, I usually work nights and the plant is about an hour away so I will be gone from about seven at night until seven in the morning. If I work overtime, maybe longer.”
“Oh, ok, that’s fine. School?” I questioned.
“Yeah, I already signed you up and they are ready for you. And, um, I don’t want you to have to ride the bus, so you can use this.”
He walked towards the garage and unlocked a padlock and opened it.
He pushed the garage doors open and I nearly fell to my knees.
It was a 1971 Hemi Cuda, blue and silver and she was a beauty to behold.
Eric chuckled as he gauged my reaction. “You gonna be alright there kid?”
I had to inhale first. “Yeah, that’s some sick car.”
“Yeah, it was
He made his way towards me until he was about a foot in front of me and stopped.
He put his right hand out and said, “Cooper, son, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Eric, your Dad.”
I lifted my backpack higher on my shoulder and reached out to meet his handshake.
“Hi Eric, nice to meet you.”
He smiled and chuckled. “Trish was right, you’ve got manners. That’s good, she raised you right. I knew she would. ”
“No help from you.” I mumbled under my breath. How’s that for manners old man?
“What was that?” He said, but we both knew good and well that he had heard me.
“Nothing. Where do you live again?”
“I live in St. Francisville. It’s about an hour from here. We’ll be there in no time. You hungry? We could eat here in the city or wait until we get home. ”
“Yeah, I’m starving.” I said as we walked through the parking garage to his car or truck or whatever he drove.
“Ok, we’ll eat here and then make the trip.”
We ate at a restaurant in Baton Rouge and then made our way for his house.
S o the guy drove a pretty sweet truck. I would give him that. It had a huge back seat and was up on these really tall tires.
“Nice truck.” I said, breaking the silence I swore I would keep, but it was driving me up the wall.
“Thanks. I’m glad you like it. Well, here we are.” He pointed at a small white house, older, but not too old. He pulled into the driveway and I got out and reached for my suitcase and headed for the front door.
“Um, Cooper,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, your mother said that you were a pretty responsible kid, real independent and so I thought maybe you would want to stay in the apartment above the garage. It’s not much, but maybe you would be more comfortable there while we get to know each other.”
I nearly dropped my suitcase on my own feet, but I was soooo playing this cool.
“Yeah, that’s cool. Thanks. You live here by yourself?”
He laughed and said, “Yeah, I’m an old bachelor.” He started to look uncomfortable.
“So, um, yeah, I usually work nights and the plant is about an hour away so I will be gone from about seven at night until seven in the morning. If I work overtime, maybe longer.”
“Oh, ok, that’s fine. School?” I questioned.
“Yeah, I already signed you up and they are ready for you. And, um, I don’t want you to have to ride the bus, so you can use this.”
He walked towards the garage and unlocked a padlock and opened it.
He pushed the garage doors open and I nearly fell to my knees.
It was a 1971 Hemi Cuda, blue and silver and she was a beauty to behold.
Eric chuckled as he gauged my reaction. “You gonna be alright there kid?”
I had to inhale first. “Yeah, that’s some sick car.”
“Yeah, it was
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