I saw him one day recently as "our ships passed in the night".
Actually it was broad daylight. My ship was my trusty road bicycle. Wilford was in a late model viagra-blue Ford Mustang.
I was waiting at a traffic light for the oncoming traffic to make their left hand turns. Wilford approached the intersection in the Mustang, made his turn in front of me, and gave me this debonair wave.
At first I thought that maybe he was someone I knew, but upon closer scrutiny, I saw it was an elderlyish man in a macho car giving me the eye. Gosh, and here I thought it was just third graders that I sometimes had that affect on.
Things are looking.... "up"??