Forest, the man

in charge of the

maintenance of the

lawns and landscaping

came into the office today.

I knew that the GM was

wanting to talk to him about

getting new signs.

Forest came in, smelling of summer, and brushing off dirt from his floppy canvas hat that protects him against the harsh Arkansas sun. I paged the GM. "Forest....(I realized that I didn't know his last name)....the lawn guy is here to see you." There was a pause on the other end (and maybe a slight laugh?) and then "Send him on back."

I replaced the receiver, and looked up to see Forest grinning at me. "Nelson," was all he said, and went back to visit with the GM.