The visit: Harv sends one of his people

This Saturday, Bob and I spent part of the morning doing yard-work and assorted tasks. While I pulled weeds, he sorted through the garage. He found

• Harvey's fan, which we take to the barn when it gets hot. He dusted it off with canned air.
• Harvey's fly sheet, which he folded and set on the fan.
• Several bottles of fly spray, which he set by the fan and sheet.

We agreed to take the stuff to the barn before it gets too hot. After a fashion we both took a break and sat on lawn chairs by the house. As we sat with our coffee, a late model Cadillac -- white, shiny, gorgeous -- turned into our court. Believe me, this kind of car is beyond unusual in our neighborhood. It passed us, turned around at the end of the court, and came back toward us. Astonishingly, it stopped in front of our house.

Without missing a beat, Bob turned to me and said:

"Oh, good, they're here."

"What?" I asked.

"Harv called -- he told me he'd send one of his people out to get his summer things."

Maybe you had to be there, but I spewed coffee, big time! The car paused in front of our house for maybe thirty seconds. I suspect they were lost. But it's fun to think of Harv having "people."