He helped me carry three bags of mulch to my Buick after one split open in the parking lot.

He made a joke about the car.

I laughed.

He offered to buy me coffee.

I refused at first.

Then agreed.

He listened when I spoke about the children.

Told me he’d been unlucky in business but was rebuilding his life.

His printing company had failed in Cleveland.

He said the experience taught him not to chase money at the expense of family.