So my mobile notary was an elderly man, slight, with perfect posture but bad teeth. He wore a brown suit that was too big for him. He saw our congas - we have musical instrument home decor here - and smiled, then in a soft voice told me about his 20-year stint as a rock drummer, including playing with Santana and doing something with George Martin. As he noted the verbiage on the paperwork stating a married couple, he talked about his time as a Salesian priest, leaving after realizing he couldnt stay away from women. He told he how he proceeded to marry 3 times. He gasped when he saw my thumbprint - (how many people ever say THAT?) - an honest to goodness gasp - and told me I had a golden aura and a long lifeline. He told me about the big insurance agency he used to run in town. We finished up with me correcting a few of his notary errors and him played me a little flamenco guitar. He may have just hung around jamming all afternoon, only I told him we had to leave. Santa Cruz, huh?
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 02:21:08 +0000
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