We encounter the most intriguing individuals on our wandering adventures, my significant other/very best friend and I. Like Mr. Jimmy Davis here, a former army medic and veteran. Jimmy grew up in a poor part of New York state next to a steel mill that his father worked at. He was the only white kid in a neighborhood where most were African American and Native Americans. He told us that he never considered himself color blind and never felt he had to because to him, "human beings are human beings, no matter what they look like". He's traveled the world several times over and fell in love with a Turkish girl who one day in his elderly years he actually ran into here in San Antonio...all the way from Turkey, by happenstance. And he still calls her a "girl"...the heart knows no age. He tells us he's an incredible dancer and isn't much for ballroom dancing but loves to shake a leg to any kind of music that has a good beat. And he still pushes his walker aside to show us a trick or two. When I grow up, I hope to be just like Jim Davis. For what it's worth, I think he's still teaching us all how to live. ~author K. Day
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